Le cul entre les deux chaises

An American Spaniard in France or: How I Learned to Make an Ass of Myself in Three Cultures

Caveat emptor


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

Bread top

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

Bread bottom

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.

Author: le cul en rows

I'm an American Spaniard, living in France. I like to tell stories.

10 thoughts on “Caveat emptor

  1. BUMMER! That said, there are lots of usages for breadcrumbs!

    • There are a lot of uses, but I had my heart totally set on that bread. I guess it’s a good thing that my day can be ruined by something so minor, right? Thanks for the sympathy.

  2. Oh nooooooo! Good for you for making do. I think I’d just sulk. :)

  3. That is heartbreaking. But you can always make gazpacho.

  4. At least it isn’t mold?

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