I have always thought my father was crazy for wanting to bake his own bread, but that machine was like a third child to him (next to my sister and me). He would experiment with recipes, make it perfect, make tons of bread, then cut it into identical little slices to freeze them...

And then I bought my own bread-maker... Of course, I bought BAKING POWDER instead of yeast, so it was something out of a baker's nightmare. After this unfortunate event, however, I managed to make a fully grown bread, edible and everything.

So, here is my fist baby (after the cats of course):