Right. I'm annoyed. I saw someone wearing crocs buying a bread maker cos "It's cheaper and better for the enviroment" as she told the man in the shop.
So, I'm going to disprove her.
I'm using this recipe; http://allrecipes.co.uk/recipe/955/basic-white-loaf.aspx
An average price for bread: £1.19
Average Bread maker: £50.
So, arguably, 50 loaves of bread means you break even.
However, including ingredients?
Flour: 90p per bag. And you can roughly make 3 loaves from a bag of flour.
Salt: 50p. You can get roughly 30 teaspoons from 1kg
Butter: 85p. 1 knob. 8 knobs per sainbury's basic butter
Yeast: 79p for 6x 7g sachet's of yeast. So equates to 6 loaves.
Caster sugar: £1.36 for 500g. Roughly 20 tablespoons
Dried Milk powder: £1.89 for 250g. Roughly 10 table spoons. 5 loaves.
(All cheapeast things on Sainsbury's online shopping)
So... For 1 loaf of bread...
Flour for 1: 30p
Salt for 1: 2p
Butter for 1: 11p
Yeast for 1: 13p
Caster Sugar: 7p
Dried milk powder: 19p
Total: 81p
So if a loaf of bread is £1. Then to equal the cost of the machine, you'd have to make 50. But then, to make those 50 loaves would cost £40 (81p x 50 = £40.50).
£90 in total. So, to break even, you have to spend £90 on 50 loaves of bread.
I think that's right... I hope it is.
I havent even taken into consideration the cost of keeping it on to make the bread, driving there, the amount of extra petrol you'd need to get to carry the items (bread being lighter than the mixture of all), the time taken to make it, and the embaressment of it tasting crap.
In other news; I bloody love the make your own david cameron poster generator. My ones are here
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Thursday, 15 April 2010
Dear Diana Vickers
To whom it may concern,
You are deeply mislead not only on human biology and also the power of raw determination.
I only need to kill you once for it to stick.
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPlmfKDdXhk&feature=related]
You are deeply mislead not only on human biology and also the power of raw determination.
I only need to kill you once for it to stick.
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPlmfKDdXhk&feature=related]
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Caution: Contact with eyes and eyes may cause irritation..
... is what a majority of today's "artists" should put on their CD's and videos. Currently "Tiny Temper" (or whatever his bloody name is) just said;
'They hello, hola and bonjour. I've never been on a concord, I've been to Southampton but never to Scunthorpe'.
Shortly followed by the rather enlightening lyrics of 'cos every day there's a groupie at my front door' and 'If you're son doesn't [know me] I bet your daughter does'.
Firstly, this angers me cos he's just an annoying pest who knows how to swear. And secondly; when I didn't know about him, as an only child, surely that makes him a liar?
Music used to mean something, it used to evoke emotions and have a point (yes, I admit, this evoked anger in me. But so does a lot of things). "Imagine" being a fine example of music with a point. People used to write music to make you think about things, explain things and explore the human experience. Ask JLS or Ke$ha why they do it and they'll probably say for the money. Which is rather ironic considering Ke$ha has a dollar sign in her name.
The song "Bedrock" or whatever it is, is just an excuse to watch a horde of scantily clad women parade around for some talentless whelps. Who, if we think about this seriously, are only really useful for fertilizer when they finally reach death. Which, if you ask me, is a fate too good for them.
Germaine Greer fought for respect for women. If she were dead, she'd be rolling in her grave. Mozart already is, simply because X-Factor still gets commissioned. The poor sap.
On a lighter note; Easter time with friends was damn fun. Sam and I organised a few activities for em all to do so they could win chocolate. Sounds childish, and it was. But bloody fun.
Kinda weird knowing there isn't much of the Easter holidays left. Enjoyed myself. More than I thought I would. At least I know there's still a home for me here after the term ends.
Where does the time go?!
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