(well, it did go a little crazy occasionally)
until I somehow lost the little bit that goes round and round. I still can't understand how it could disappear--I didn't swallow it. How could it vanish between the machine and the draining board? It wouldn't fit down the sink drain. (But then, how did my keys end up in the screwdriver drawer? And since I went to the drawer several times, why didn't I find them for months? Don't tell me gremlins don't exist). I went out and bought a new bread machine ($40) about a year ago. Very happy with it, until yesterday. It sounded all right and smelled delicious as always, but when I got the loaf out, it wasn't a loaf. There was a sort of baked crust at each end and on top, and a hollow filled with dry flour and oats. Oh well, the squirrels seem to like it. But will it work properly next time? Stay tuned!
At the weekend, I was picking apples. All my four trees have huge crops this year, after practically nothing last year. I have a Cox's Orange Pippin tree--they're my favourite apples and you can't buy them in the stores here in the US. I'm still eating plums from my plum tree; just finished the grapes last week. The veg garden was a disaster this year, perhaps because I let evening primroses grow in it, as well as the usual foxgloves. My trouble is, if something even half way acceptable decides it really likes growing in my garden, I tend to let it. This includes clover, daisies, dandelions and self-heal in the "lawn". The first time my son saw my Oregon garden, he said, "I want a jungle just like that."