Bread and Beer

Just in case you're wondering what I am doing right now (which you are or else you wouldn't have WWWed my blog) I am eating (ate) homemade baked bread and drinking a beer.  The beer is not relevant.

Mr Incredible got me a bread maker for Christmas!  I've wanted one for a while, but then would get overwhelmed with options and prices and can't I just knead my own bread?  (Which I haven't done since 7th grade with my mom)

I never really got what the point of homemade bread.  Actually, I still don't.  It's somehow gratifying for me now.  Even though I'm not really making it, a machine which is on my counter is.
So anyway, this machine that is sitting on my counter that I added ingredients to just made my first loaf of bread.  And I just ate it with a beer.  Because when you make your own bread carbs and calories just don't matter.

Which reminds me.  Why, on a pack of gum or tic tacs does it say this is "not a low calorie food"?

I was too anxious to search for my camera as I pulled this loaf out of my little machine, so here is a picture of what my bread looked like.  Sans nasty oven mits, $2 bill, old man reading glasses, leather black couch and stench of sour alcohol.