My oven died on Saturday night. It is now Wednesday morning. My oven still has not been fixed, and the landlord says it will be tomorrow still.
So I'm packing up a large tote bag of stuff, and heading to my mom's today to make bread.
It is a very long boring process, but one I remember fondly from when Grandma Perry used to make it. Every week she would spend Saturdays baking fresh bread for the week. From scratch, the old fashioned way, as she never owned a bread maker.
That's today's plan.