the 4th bread in 4 days was created using all-purpose flour (instead of special bread machine flour), an extra tablespoon of butter, and dairy creamer (instead of regular milk). it tasted sweeter, sort of like a croissant but without the fluffy layered texture. i ate a slice to test and then two more slices for dinner, slapped together with the last of my honey ham and a bit of mustard. i know they sell this self-rising bread flour at the supermarket. i wonder if i could use that in the bread machine, or would it be a disaster waiting to happen? i really want to make focaccia bread but i don't know if it's something that can be done with a machine.
okay, it's like this: the US comes in and destroys my home (my little iraqi shack) and my livelihood for no good reason. feeling some how responsible, it decides to help me rebuild. instead of finishing the job though, it decides to suddenly stop (because it's taking too long and very little progress has been made) and tells me to finish it myself even though it was the US fault in the first place. then it warns my neighbors - renee iran and bob syria - that if they decide to help me, their houses might get potentially demolished as well. my analogy might be a little simple, but that's how i feel about bush's speech tonight, about adding 20,000 more troops into iraqi. worst. president. ever.
this dream i had a few days ago: i'm in some weird detention camp, and being forced to play this strange form of volleyball where the losers are supposedly jailed or worse. the net reached all the way to the top of the warehouse ceiling and you couldn't see through it, although you could peek below and see the feet of your opponents. three players per team and wouldn't you know it, i get the fat kid who's obviously going to slow everybody down and get us all killed. i take a peek underneath the net and see that our opponents are actually sexy girls in 80's style leotards doing aerobic stretches. i look at my two other team members. we're going to die i realize.