Breaking the bread

Current mood: Garrulous
Current music: Sondre Lerche (Norwegian retro-pop-rocker)

Howdy folks!

I hope you have all had a wonderful weekend. I spent part of mine trying out the new bread machine with my mother. We were expecting a complete disaster ("Oh no, there's not enough water!" "Aaaagh! It's not going to have enough time to rise!") but the final result was miraculously edible, though admittedly a bit on the crusty and stodgy side (nope, it didn't have quite enough time to rise. Apparently the yeast got scared). Actually, I thought the bread turned out to be rather satisfying, unlike the usual lighter-than-air kind of white bread you get in supermarkets. Very more-ish. I love freshly baked bread.

While I was doing some of the extremely boring household chores yesterday, I was singing to myself, just to lighten the mood. The melody of the hymn, 'Morning has Broken' rose unbidden through the murky depths of my mind, although the words must have become somewhat scrambled en route to my mouth because what actually came out was this:

Morning has broken!
All right, who broke it?
We'll get the sack, men - what shall we do?
We'd better fix it
Can we still mend it?
I'll try to stick it... with superglue.

This version sounds like a conversation between some of the Creator's sub-contracted builders, running into problems as they're trying to construct the world. I'm sure the original was a bit more poetic.

I just found out the other day that 'blog' comes from 'web log'. This is not something that would have occurred to me as I thought 'blog' was just a funny, albeit not very beautiful-sounding word (unlike, say, 'mellifluous', 'effervescent', 'susurrus', or 'eviscerate'. Mind you, 'eviscerate' might sound nice but it means something nasty). So... WEB LOG = WE BLOG. Well, that makes sense...

Anyhoo, I shall have to toddle off soon, and maybe make some more bread. Maybe this time we can make the yeast rise up against the tyranny of sticky dough and revolutionise the Loaf Civilisation...