My thermometer lies to me so often we're basically in a toxic relationship.

My grandma had this old hand crank meat grinder she got at a garage sale for like a dollar and it outlived three of her electric ones. She'd clamp it to the counter and go to town on chuck roast for Sunday meatloaf, and the thing never jammed once. Meanwhile her fancy KitchenAid attachment died after two deer seasons. There's something about the dumb mechanical stuff that just refuses to quit. Your bread maker sounds like the same deal, simple guts and no circuit board to fry. Now I want cinnamon rolls and it's 11pm, so thanks for that.

Checking soil moisture every morning like a hobby sounds a bit much lol.