We're Still Here - And Still Baking!

Rumors of A Year In Bread's demise have been greatly exaggerated. Just think of our unaccounted for absence in bread baking terms. The yeast isn't dead - it's more like the dough is fermenting really, really slowly. And when that warm and crusty loaf finally does come out of the oven, it'll be better than ever before.

In the meantime, things don't look as good for this little guy. We may be big proponents of baking everything from scratch, but we couldn't help feeling a little deflated at this news. Word spread quickly, but just in case you haven't heard. . .

There has been a sad passing. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 350 for about 20 minutes.

If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.