This week has been evil. Workwise, moneywise, foodwise -funny story about why I haven't has a sandwich in a MONTH, and no I'm not allergic to anything... though mint makes me a little nauseous...
ANYWAY, Mike's 3rd attempt at bread had the texture of Pla-Doh® and the density of a white dwarf. We still have the second loaf and it would be a formidable weapon. I think the water he used was too hot an he killed the yeast. His second attempt wasn't kneaded at the appropriate time, and the first one there was a Fahrenheit-Celsius issue and it was so burnt the pig wouldn't even eat it; so his bread making skills are improving.
We're off to
Steamcon, to be all steampunky. OK, kinda steampunky. I don't have much of an outfit going.
I was told that Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown. I am going to verify this.