This is my "Christmas" apron, which Mom made. I put it on this morning to concoct a batch of bread. Everett has turned 16 and home-made bread, in particular the kind I make, is one of his favourite things. He'll be thrilled when he gets home from school, because I haven't been baking bread since the kneading machine motor was damaged in the flood. The 15-minute knead puts me off; just lazy I guess. Though must admit it felt good to get my hands into the dough again.

And so it is rising in the oven and I have a kitchen to clean up.

4:22pm

It appears that the bread is hitting the spot.