Bread Machine Death

"I'll use it all the time! I love fresh bread! It will make every meal of mine elegant and wow my friends! I'll do it!" And so you ring it up.

This is what you rationalized to yourself when you bought that bread machine. Or home rotisserie. Or George Foreman grill. Or whatever amazing little device you thought would change your life and bought on impulse on TV or at Costco.

I mean, when I bought my bread machine, it was used almost daily. Cinnamon rolls! Cottage cheese and dill bread! Sourdough bread. Fresh pizza dough. I was putting the local bakery to shame.

And then, one day after a long day of class and work, I got home. One shunted look at "the machine" (it was starting to take up a lot of room out in the kitchen anyways) and I decided to use it tomorrow.

Twenty-nine tomorrows later, I finally put the machine away. Never to be seen again.

It would make a guest appearance once in a while. Maybe even experience a small Renaissance of sorts, but in the end it would always find it's way back to the bottom of my closet. Probably hiding under a shirt I don't wear anymore, but don't want to donate to the Salvation Army just yet.

It's the inevitable problem I am facing with the ice cream maker. It's being used tons, but actually I think I can keep it from facing Bread Machine Death. Mainly I see it as economic, it helps me keep my AC off as an alternative way to stay cool. Even in my laziest moods I can just dump some orange juice in there and poof, tasty frozen treat. Come winter, it will be shelved, I know that.

So here is hoping it makes a comeback next spring after the hotter days have left us. I think I can do it. I will do it, damn it. I will try to see it as economic, a way to keep cool and happy. Something to come home to after work.

And here's also hoping I can bring out the bread machine for one more zombie walk out of the Bread Machine Death closet come fall.