A Few months ago Bob wrote a story about getting his bread machine repaired and the smell of fresh bread in the morning. This hit home with me as I remembered back in 1966 we were tied to a pier in Palma, Spain. I was awoken by the smell of fresh bread whiffing across the harbor. The smell affected me like the caricature you see in a cartoon following the odor to the source. Since it was so early I took a chance and went ashore in my working uniform. Bought ten loaves of bread and quickly returned to the ship.
Yup, I was caught, as I hit the gangway ladder, the Captain called down from the bridge and requested my attendance up there with him. “Seaman Thompson, where do you think you were going?” he demanded. “Sir the smell of that bread was too much temptation, and I went there.” He smiled and explained that was the reason he woke up, I asked if he wanted some, and ducked out of the door to retrieve two loafs for the Skipper. Problem solved!
Then Bob’s article reminded me of that day, and how even if I had gotten in trouble it’ would have been worth it.
My quest for a bread machine had now begun. Many stores and malls later I was almost defeated, as I asked clerk after clerk and was shown every type of toaster (Bread Machine also I guess) available in the Philippines.
My oldest Daughter remaindered me that my youngest Daughter lived and worked in Singapore and maybe she could find one for her Daddy. Yes she could and did, back in February she called and said the type I wanted was a Kenwood BM450, and the salesgirl (of course a Philipina) would order it and call my daughter when it came in. A lady of her word, she did and April 1st it shows up at my door via LBC, a signature and a tip and I’m plowing through packing materials to touch and view my new treasure.
Next I stopped and called that sweet daughter and thanked her for her efforts, I next asked the cost and told her I’d deposit the same amount into her bank account here in Olongapo City. (BTW: No Customs Duty!)
Then I remembered reading in Bob’s article that All Purpose Flour was not to be used, unless you added Gluten Flour (whatever the hell that is) use Class three bread flour, na lang. So many rules just for a loaf of bread, so I called number one daughter (Order of birth, not preference) and asked about that, she said she’d bring some up to the house as her friend owned a bakery.
The waiting is the hard part; there I am with something new and shiny, and all I can do is look at it, and read about how to use it (not such a bad idea). I was tempted to use the all purpose flour, but in my mind I could see Bob glaring at me and shaking his head. So I stopped right away, and waited and waited. Instant gratification is what I was looking for, after all, that’s The American Way! But I still waited.
Got the flour, need 600 grams, or 21.16 oz, or 4.6 cups of flour. Thank God For internet conversion charts. All that and the other stuff are mixing to beat the band. I have no idea what setting it’s on as it started when I plugged it in. I did get the setting for a 1 Kg. loaf set right. The rest is up Kenwood and the gods to make it come out right.
A few hours later: The house is cloaked in the smell of fresh baking bread, kids with empty baskets are lining up in front of my gate thinking I had something for them to sell. A buzzer sounds like it was Christmas morning I open the door to see my first loaf of bread. I remembered reading about gloves or some such thing that are required to lift the bread out. They were so correct on that score. Lord was it hot. Forty five minutes on the rack to cool, set up the nifty bread slicing contraption, buttered a piece of that bad boy up.
Look towards the south and shout “Thank you Sir Bob, you might have been puttin’ us on about fish, but cha’ got it right on the bread machine!”