Sometimes, things call out to me. I’ll be walking down the street, minding my own business, when something will cause me to stop and turn my head. Usually, the feeling leads me into a store, but sometimes, it’s down a street I might not have noticed. The other day, as I was weaving through the old-lady-with-carts traffic jam near the open air market in my town, I felt the call again. It was this
I brought it home, filled with anticipation at what I was going to eat it with. Chocolate? Cheese? Eggs? Soup? There were so many possibilities and I was still weighing them in my mind when I pulled the loaf out of its paper bag and placed it on my cutting board. The trick to not smushing bread is to flip it over and slice from the bottom with a bread knife using smooth sawing motions. When I repositioned it, I saw this
And all my hopes were dashed because burnt bread is the worst and crusty bread with the crust cut off is just one step up from the worst. The good news is that I’ll make breadcrumbs and will probably have some delicious meatballs in a few days.