The stew is simmering in the pot. One loaf of oatmeal-apple bread came out perfectly while the second is being feasted upon by a flock of red-wing blackbirds and a gang of squirrels.
Tonight I will run bowls of hot stew and slices of bread (I think the granny smith apples in the bread will be awesome when it is toasted and served with stew!) to my neighbors. I can’t wait!