I'd like us all to observe a moment of silence for the baking ignitor in my oven.  (Silence from me, but not the children.) Yes, that means my oven isn't working.  We've had the most glorious stretch of fall-like summer weather in my memory and I can't bake a loaf of bread in the oven.  But I'm not bitter. Well, alright, maybe I am a little bitter.  But I'm also creative and stubborn.  I wanted fresh bread, dang it, and I was going to make it happen.  My husband, the Evil Genius, recently added a toaster oven and a large electric griddle to our kitchen.  I've not yet 'connected' with the toaster oven.  I have some sort of bias against View Post