Sadness abounds. My bread machine gave up its ghost. It had a good, busy life. A little over five years of nearly constant use. Then the motor seized. That certainly brought a charming smell into the kitchen. (doubly so when one was expecting the smell of fresh bread.)
At-least that loaf was recoverable. Just a little more kneading and left to raise. And now I’m left with the quandary, should I replace the machine? It certainly was nice to have around, but making bread without it isn’t that hard. This may require deeper thought.
No it won’t; I had forgotten how much fun it is to punch down bread.