Got up in the dark this morning, stumbled out to the coffee pot and got it started. Rummaged around for something good to eat and decided to make a loaf of bread in the new-fangled bread machine. I really like my bread machine. Stick all the ingredients in it, push a button and an hour later, out pops this fine, fresh bread. No fuss, no muss. So, almost an hour later, I'm sucking down my coffee and this heavenly odor wafts its way back, alerting me to expect a beep-beep. I wander out and dig out the butter, look in the see-through lid at my bread. It wasn't there, at least, it didn't look like it was there. I knew it had to be there 'cause I could smell it. I waited for the beep-beep and popped the lid. My breakfast was a shriveled up hard ball of cooked dough. My bread machine never lets me down, it makes a perfect loaf every time. Dejected I resorted to a bowl of granola. So, I still need some bread. I started a second batch and as I reached the final step of adding yeast to the pan, I opened the refrigerator to fetch the yeast and noticed that it was sitting right next to the parmisan cheese. Hmm, sorta looks the same, especially in the dark, same size plastic bag... Bet my chickens broke their beaks on some cheesey tasting baked bread dough.