I let the bread machine do all the work except the actual baking. Because I was tired of that crazy round bread shape (which totally does not fit in my toaster, by the way) I took the dough out after the second rising and baked it in my traditional bread pans. Ta da!
It was delicious! The Big Guy and I ate an entire loaf that night--that's how good it was.
I was so happy that I danced around for a while claiming to have invented bread, but the Big Guy informed me that no, I didn't, that I just finally managed to bake it in my own home. Excuse me? I informed him that I did so invent bread, and then reminded him that the floor is not a comfortable place to sleep.
The Big Guy then stated that this "bread" is my best invention yet, and he thinks it's really going to catch on.
Isn't that a great story?