6 minutes ago, pgrahmm said:

Buying local bread is like trying to chew on a mouthful of tasteless mush.....

oh Phil you must know all the places in Chiang Mai to get really good bread

17 minutes ago, pgrahmm said:

Has anybody run into this?

I've had 2 bread machines....Both - between year 2 & 3 quit producing good bread..... Ingredients checked ok + then replaced outright just to check - same cycles used as when productive.... Yet the bread won't rise....

One good loaf in 11 attempts where it used to be a 90-95% success rate....

It's almost like they lost their programming.....

Buying local bread is like trying to chew on a mouthful of tasteless mush.....

Yeah, the motors fail and don't stir the dough enough.

But as the Lahome 3lb machines only cost 1,500bht, just buy another one.

My previous two lasted around 18 months and cost 4,000bht plus.

As for success rate, Lahome hasn't failed once so far.

13 minutes ago, Dante99 said:

oh Phil you must know all the places in Chiang Mai to get really good bread

Nana bakery (Santitham) is about the best, they do really nice Choc-au-pain.

Back on topic,

Beef and Tomato soup and a big doorstep of white bread from my Lahome for lunch.

6 minutes ago, BritManToo said:

Nana bakery (Santitham) is about the best, they do really nice Choc-au-pain.

You really need to find your way to the Opera for a treat

5 minutes ago, BritManToo said:

Nana bakery (Santitham) is about the best, they do really nice Choc-au-pain.

Got one round the corner from me, plain white loaf, slice and freeze it, 55bt, does me for toast and sandwiches.

1 hour ago, BritManToo said:

Beef and Tomato soup and a big doorstep of white bread from my Lahome for lunch

Your bread looks great. Having taken your recommendation onboard here and in other threads I've put the Lahome in Wishlists on Lazada and on Shopee.

Part of my family is French..

I still remember the aroma in the mornings at my Grandma's kitchen...

Home-made sourdough toast slathered with (maybe homemade) peanut butterthat she dipped into a big wide cup of coffee.....

She & my Grandpa owned and operated the only french bakery in Los Gatos, CA.....

My Dad grew up delivering loaves of bread by bicycle....

Ah - bread memories...

She could cook anything in that simple kitchen.....

26 minutes ago, pgrahmm said:

Part of my family is French..

I still remember the aroma in the mornings at my Grandma's kitchen...

Home-made sourdough toast slathered with (maybe homemade) peanut butterthat she dipped into a big wide cup of coffee.....

She & my Grandpa owned and operated the only french bakery in Los Gatos, CA.....

My Dad grew up delivering loaves of bread by bicycle....

Ah - bread memories...

She could cook anything in that simple kitchen.....

I'm coming up to 82 years old.

I grew up in an isolated small mining city almost in the middle of Ausralia.

The milk man delivered to every home 5.00 to 6.00am 7 days a week from his horse drawn car.

Three or 4 days every week he lso had fresh (unsliced) bread from a bakery neat his dairy far, so 3 / 4 days every week we had fresh bread with breakfast and my dad loved his fesh bread, butter, plum jam and cheese. And a big glass of warm cow's milk.

The milk man also had onions, potatoes, carrots and some more veg.

Often my mum left a note in the billy can asking for 4 big onions, 4 big carrots etc.

The milk man would write the price of the veg on the back of the note mum had written,and she left the additioal money in the empty billy can the next morning.

My dad brought everythng inside and put it in our kitchen ice chest (not fridge, our Kelvinator kerosene fridge came perhaps 10 to 15 years later.

Mum rationed the fresh bread every day, some for breakfast, some for lunches (dad and me) and some for dinner. Always fresh.

15 minutes ago, scorecard said:

I'm coming up to 82 years old.

I grew up in an isolated small mining city almost in the middle of Ausralia.

The milk man delivered to every home 5.00 to 6.00am 7 days a week from his horse drawn car.

Three or 4 days every week he lso had fresh (unsliced) bread from a bakery neat his dairy far, so 3 / 4 days every week we had fresh bread with breakfast and my dad loved his fesh bread, butter, plum jam and cheese. And a big glass of warm cow's milk.

The milk man also had onions, potatoes, carrots and some more veg.

Often my mum left a note in the billy can asking for 4 big onions, 4 big carrots etc.

The milk man would write the price of the veg on the back of the note mum had written,and she left the additioal money in the empty billy can the next morning.

My dad brought everythng inside and put it in our kitchen ice chest (not fridge, our Kelvinator kerosene fridge came perhaps 10 to 15 years later.

Mum rationed the fresh bread every day, some for breakfast, some for lunches (dad and me) and some for dinner. Always fresh.

1 hour ago, scorecard said:

I'm coming up to 82 years old.

I grew up in an isolated small mining city almost in the middle of Ausralia.

The milk man delivered to every home 5.00 to 6.00am 7 days a week from his horse drawn car.

Three or 4 days every week he lso had fresh (unsliced) bread from a bakery neat his dairy far, so 3 / 4 days every week we had fresh bread with breakfast and my dad loved his fesh bread, butter, plum jam and cheese. And a big glass of warm cow's milk.

The milk man also had onions, potatoes, carrots and some more veg.

Often my mum left a note in the billy can asking for 4 big onions, 4 big carrots etc.

The milk man would write the price of the veg on the back of the note mum had written,and she left the additioal money in the empty billy can the next morning.

My dad brought everythng inside and put it in our kitchen ice chest (not fridge, our Kelvinator kerosene fridge came perhaps 10 to 15 years later.

Mum rationed the fresh bread every day, some for breakfast, some for lunches (dad and me) and some for dinner. Always fresh.

I remember the milkman delivering dairy & eggs in the morning, I'm 71. No horse, but old classic milk truck. Along with the fruits & veggies huckster, pushing his cart down the road.

Actually a class mate took over that routine F&V cart, his 1st real business, while still in high school, and now a multi millionaire.

Huckster, to steak & hoagie shop, to bars. Steak shop still open, and one of the most famous, in Delaware County, PA. His Cheesesteaks & Hoagies havmp jpisee been around the whole USA, as promos for Philly.

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3 hours ago, KhunLA said:

I remember the milkman delivering dairy & eggs in the morning, I'm 71. No horse, but old classic milk truck. Along with the fruits & veggies huckster, pushing his cart down the road.

Actually a class mate took over that routine F&V cart, his 1st real business, while still in high school, and now a multi millionaire.

Huckster, to steak & hoagie shop, to bars. Steak shop still open, and one of the most famous, in Delaware County, PA. His Cheesesteaks & Hoagies havmp jpisee been around the whole USA, as promos for Philly.

8 hours ago, scorecard said:

I'm coming up to 82 years old.

I grew up in an isolated small mining city almost in the middle of Australia.

The milk man delivered to every home 5.00 to 6.00am 7 days a week from his horse drawn car.

Three or 4 mornings every week he also had fresh (unsliced) bread from a bakery near his dairy farm, so 3 / 4 days every week we had fresh bread with breakfast and my dad loved his fesh bread, butter, plum jam and cheese. And a big glass of warm cow's milk.

The milk man also had onions, potatoes, carrots and some more veg.

Often my mum left a note in the billy can asking for 4 big onions, 4 big carrots etc.

The milk man would write the price of the veg on the back of the note mum had written,and she left the additioal money in the empty billy can the next morning.

My dad brought everythng inside and put it in our kitchen ice chest (not fridge, our Kelvie kero fridge came perhaps 10 to 15 years later).

Mum rationed the fresh bread every day, some for breakfast, some for lunches (dad and me) and some for dinner. Always fresh.

We had a milkman when I was young. We had a dairy less than a half mile walk from the house with fresh milk, eggs & ice cream. There were several dairies in a two-mile radius, including a drive through.

Also had a daily Helms Bakery truck and ice cream truck, and the Fuller Brush man came by now and then. One of the school field trips was a tour of the Helms Bakery.

Also had a slaughterhouse about a half mile away on the other side of Interstate 5, next to the railroad tracks. The guys would give us a few cow eyes when we asked.