The human female, to put it delicately, is not at her best immediately upon rising. She is also rather lazy. Because of these two character flaws, she will from time to time employ a bread-making machine, setting it to deliver a hot, fragrant loaf at approximately getting-up time. A culinary incentive to wakefulness, if you will.
She has done thus this morning. I cannot say I am impressed with the results.
The loaf has an acceptable texture and aroma, but it is defective. One should not be able to peer through a slice of toast! And not one but TWO butter-leakers! This breakfast is unworthy of my dearest Sigyn. My love, would you not rather have an omelet?