Two heels

I went to have some bread and found two bags in the bread drawer. Each one had one heel in it. No problem. I ate them both. But then I got a little sad because there was no one to tell that there's starving children in Africa.

Birthday breakfast

Brenda bought me breakfast today. Usually on your birthday we have a tradition of getting what we call Special Birthday Lunch, where the birthday person decides on lunch that day and Carl pays for it. Quite often it's indian food. Not sure what I'm gonna pick yet. You also get a birthday card that usually has some photoshopped picture on it. That's usually my job.



Today I do feel special. I got a special breakfast and a special birthday lunch. Then I broke my fork in all my excitement.

Birthday card

Utensils

I'm so jealous that I don't come up with this stuff. Then I started wondering what I would do if I was stuck on an island with nothing but tools made of bread. Would I use them as tools, or eat them and do without?

Roast beef sammy

I'm not sure what conveys the scale of this sandwich better.

Job In

Accross:
17. Bready agreement?
32. Bready folk singing group?
42. Bready magic act?
60. Bready phrase after a double take?
We call them "jobs-in" at work when it's slow. It's a joint effort usually, and we use different colored pens on purpose. This one's from the Willamete Week; tomorrow there will be another one in the Tribune, and that one comes with the bonus Hokus Fokus by MrLeedy.

Bakery Cart

So Portland is known as P-town, Stumptown, Rose City and now to add to the list Cart Town would be appropriate. It's taken off in the last couple of years and now there are little food cart villages in empty parking lots everywhere serving anything from Mexican Food to Falafel. When I have nothing but time on my hands, I'm gonna do a bread cart; but it looks like someone beat me to it. It had an oven built right into the side of it. I talked to the owner and he said he drove it around the country last year baking his way around. Not the same way my friend did after college in a volksvagen bus full of hippie friends.



I got a apple turnover and a cookie. Both were so so, but nothing special. Plus he wasn't doing bread; which made me happy, because there's still time for me to plan my mobile bread baking operation. Watch out America, when I take my message to the streets, there will be converts, enlightenment, change and hope. It'll be awesome!

More on spreading butter

They buttered my toast to my liking.

Burnt toast

My toast was sliced so thin that it toasted through and through. There was no more soft and chewy inside, just two sides of crusty burnt-ness, one on each side.