Packing up your entire life and moving it to another state is an awful experience. Material items really shouldn’t be that important and yet it’s hard when you have to leave things behind or they get damaged or lost.
But how nice it is when you find something that you thought was lost for good. Today I found the paddle for the bread-machine pan and for the first time in months we had fresh bread. The dough rose like magic. The crust cooked to just the right shade of golden brown. It was a plain white loaf, but it was good.