Day 23 - Pumpernickel and the runaway broth

I tried a gluten-free bread mix today.  I love my breadmaker.  It is old and sat in my grandmother's garage for heaven knows how long before I got it.  I was excited to see that the bread mix I purchased had bread-maker directions.  I don't always have luck with bread.  It seems like my mere presence causes the dough to deflate or fail to rise.

Me: I say to you, RISE! Rise my dough!
*the dough sits there looking...doughy*
Me: For the love of Pete! Get some lift, wouldja?
Hubby: Honey, could you help me with something for a second?
*I leave, come back and find the dough has doubled twice its size*
Me: Yay!
*Dough deflates again*
Me: Aww man!

So, for me, a breadmaker is a very good thing.  The dough is encased in a little machine with a window that I avoid, so it can't possibly know I'm there!  I'm not a fan of the odd, square shape, but beggars can't be choosers.

My mix of choice for today was Bob's Red Mill Gluten-Free Whole Grain Bread Mix, 20-Ounce Units (Pack of 4).  I love whole grain breads.  I always have.  This was not like whole grain bread you buy at the store.  It looked, and smelled, like Pumpernickel.  My husband is thrilled.  He loves dark beer and bread that is the same color as a charcoal briquette. Not so much for me.  Still, it was soft and I think will make great bread crumbs for later.

I also made roast chicken for dinner in the slow cooker.  I told hubbs about it yesterday and how I was excited because I could save the broth and use it for another recipe just like in my shoestring cookbook (see yesterday's post for a link).  The chicken came out perfect and we all enjoyed our meal.  I then carefully skimmed out the skin and leftover veggies so I could let it cool before storing my all-day broth.  I cleaned up the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher and then headed upstairs to take care of some stuff for the cats.

I came back downstairs and hubbs asked me to help him put the chicken I had separated from the bone into a bag.  After we had done so, I turned to see if the broth had cooled enough to be put in a container.  My slowcooker was gone.

Me: Honey, where's the slow cooker?
Hubbs: *mutely points at the base sitting on top of the cabinets*
Me: *eyes closed, deep breath* What did you do with the broth that was in it. *hoping beyond hope that he put it in a container after my many dialogues about fresh broth*
Hubbs: What do you mean?
Me: *heart sinks* Please tell me you did not just throw it away.
Hubbs: *just stares*

Yeah, I was not a happy camper.  He, of course, has no clue about the wrong he committed and professes that either I didn't tell him or he just wasn't listening when I did.  Story of my life.  So, no fresh broth.  Sad.

Accountability: 2 mile walk today with the pup.  I had to cover up for the 30 degree weather.