Brenda's breakfast

Brenda enjoying her "breadfast". Actually the witty term was coined by mrleedy at 8:03 am this morning.

texting

Someone's thinking of me...

Progress

I finished laying tile last night. Phew! Look how close to the edges I'm getting. I think I'm making progress.

Buttering

As a kid I developed this aversion to buttering my own bread. I don't know why, I just hated to do it. Some kids hate their food touching, or eat their food one at a time, but for me it was spreading butter or jam or what have you. My mother enabled this type of behaviour well into my teens by buttering my toast for me. As an adult I developed a coping technique by buttering as quickly and sloppily as possible, often resulting in big globs and always ignoring the corners.
These days it only comes up at Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, usually in the form of heckling; my siblings asking me if I need help buttering my bread.



I spent this last weekend tiling my bathroom. Smearing mortar on the back of each tile is called "buttering". That's the official term. I did so, one tile at a time, a nice even coat, all the way to the edges. I hated every minute of it.

As the bread truck drove away...

Someone suggested I chase after it. I barely got a picture...

Toaster

We usually don't use the toaster at the same time, but today we did and the contrast amused me.

Guest Blog

I've been encouraging others to share their bread pictures with me, and I would gladly post them; so here's one of the first takers:



via mrleedy

Here's some delicious bread I had on vacation at Pianeta Ristorante in Truckee, CA.
The crust was crisp and crackery, but the inside was all soft, delicious bread. There was olive oil and balsamic on the table, but I served it up with some oil and salt. Fantastic. I said to L, "take a picture of this bread for me. I want to give it to Bread Guy for his blog!"
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mrleedy