He brought a new WestBend bread machine. I happily noted the online pictures pretty much looked like what arrived. It does include a horizontal pan with duel paddle-kneading blades. That makes it too large to keep on the counter, but it seems like it'll be easy enough to pick up and store in a convenient cubbyhole.
I remember a year ago, seeing flour disappear from grocery-store shelves. I guess increased home bread-making became one consequence of the pandemic.
This afternoon, while we napped, the new appliance diligently kneaded a 50% whole wheat mixture. Although the pan in this device will bake a 3-lb loaf, we added enough ingredients for a more usual 2-lb one.
Jay helped throw in what was needed. I would like to also thank Bradley McGillicutty for his help too. I didn't mix the sourdough starter until last night. Although everyone says not to use the discard until after the colony has stabilized in a week or so, I couldn't see tossing out a half-cup of already bubbling flour. So, Brad helped with our first loaf.
(Incidentally, everybody names their sourdough starter. I choose the first name after the character billed as a hero in Rocky Horror and McGillicutty because that was the name of my maternal grandmother's wild yeast starter.)
It apparently worked and the apartment does smell great.