In the summer I bake in the morning because it’s too damned hot to bake in the afternoon.
In the winter I bake in the morning because it helps heat the damned cabin in the – morning.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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My wife and I have got into the habit of making our own bread. Being lazy, of course we have a great bread maker that one simply dumps the ingredients into, turns on and then walks away. A few hours later… fresh bread. Like you we do the baking in the morning, not so much because of the extra heat or because of the afternoon heat, but because of the added bonus of the smell of freshly made bread in the morning…
I thought I’d found the answer to life, the universe and everything when somebody introduced me to bread machines. This was ten years ago when I was trying to get baking right, and here was this magic machine that did it all for you! It could only run mid-day when there was juice to run it – but that’s okay, it comes with a timer! Excelsior! And best of all people were always buying but not using them, so they were often available super cheap at the thrift store.
Turns out none of the ones we found were good for twice-weekly use, though. We went through three in less than a year before giving up. But while they worked they were great.