I cleaned my kitchen. ‘Nuff said.

While chatting online today, I mentioned that I need to use up a bunch of flour–I have this huge bag of flour that I’d rather not have to take with me when I move.  The conversation shifted from there to things that can be baked, and I remembered that I have, or at least had at one time, crazy bread baking skills.  For the first two years of undergrad, I made most of my own bread, and kept eggs on hand by trading a loaf as needed with my aunt and uncle for extra eggs from their chickens…and when I showed up with “trade goods,” a feeding frenzy broke out.

Now, I have too much flour to use up to try to eat that much bread myself…but I have neighbors…so an idea popped into my head (this is often dangerous).  At least theoretically, I could bake bread and sell it off to the neighbors.  I would have to clean my kitchen up, really well; meant to do that anyway.  Most of the time involved in making bread is stuff the dough can do by itself while I sleep or do homework.  The only really time-consuming part would be taking it around to sell it, although even that might get better as I went along because I could go straight to the usual people.  If I get $3 a loaf or two for $5, and sell four two-loaf batches a day, that’s $20 in my pocket.  I won’t get rich this way but I could probably cover my grocery bill and car payment.

There are probably still some bugs to work out, but I think just I found my summer job.

This always bugged me.  At least I’m not the only one.