My oven and my heart are broken
Thanksgiving is upon us. I came into this week eager to put my newfound enthusiasm for bread-baking to work on behalf of my loved ones, eager to apply what I have learned here and elsewhere to the art and craft of making home-made bread for the holiday feast.
Eager, schmeager, as it turns out: My oven died last Wednesday and my hopes died with it. These days I come to this site out of habit and leave feeling like a kid with the flu who can't come out and play with his buddies.
Maybe I should tell it to my therapist, but my appointment is not until Tuesday. In the meantime, in the interest of making my pain more acute, I ask my fellow TFLers what they will be baking for Thanksgiving this week.
Please tell me so I can feel worse about all I am missing out on.