Howard went to Goodwill and bought a Welbilt.
That is a name we love, Welbilt! It is a bread machine. The Welbilt was a pioneer in the bread-machine business, the way Leonard Pennario was a pioneer with Ravel's "La Valse."
The best thing was, the bread machine did not cost a lot of bread!
The Welbilt was missing its price tag but Howard truthfully told the clerk that The Wife had been by and told him that it was $5. And they sold it to him for that. Yay, Goodwill! They did not let it turn into a bureaucratic nightmare, that the Welbilt was missing its price tag. They accepted Howard's offer.
Which is funny because, thinking about it, I am foggy about that price business. I think I have been dealing not too badly with recent events but I have been in kind of a daze. A few days ago I was at the Goodwill with my sister, and of course I remember seeing the machine, but I am not sure how I knew it was $5 or why I did not buy it. I think I got distracted and walked away.
Imagine, walking away from this Welbilt!
That will not happen again!
Anyway, we have this Welbilt, and it is, well, well built. We were up until 2 a.m., lifting the lid and watching it tossing around this ball of dough. Eventually it presented us with this hilarious looking loaf, shaped like a big fat bullet. I will have to post a picture. We tried it and it was perfect, a rich brown with a most excellent texture.
You know what they say, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread ...