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.

Convergent series

Jeni and I were driving around this weekend; she was eating a sandwich in her usual fashion. Her bites decreasing in size as she approached the end of her sandwich. She does this all the time. I cracked a joke by asking her what the solution is to the convergent series:



I used to complain about having to learn math since it's not like it comes up in real life. I really need to stop with the math jokes.

Croatian Lunch

Our lunch was 1 1/2 hours late today. Nobody seemed to really mind that much. Expectations were high. We ran across this new bakery that delivers; a one man operation. He fell behind having spent his morning running around in the rain making deliveries. But it was worth the wait. I had half a calzone and half a burek - a meat pie; (the thing on the left). No store front, no restaurant, just some guy who loves to bake and make good food. A baker, his ovens, a blog and twitter; what more do you need? We'll give him a try again later.

Lunch envy

MrLeedy gave us all lunch envy with his home-made pizza, the dough of which was hand kneaded. I questioned him about it.

Thinnest crust

I have found the world's thinnest pizza crust. It was less than 1/8" thick. I'm not exaggerating. The pizza itself actually tasted pretty good, but for me it's all about the crust and I like a thick bready pie. I got it from a little market I stumbled upon on my Sunday joyride; it was a family run place with the kid answering the phone, while the mom dished up my slice and the dad rang me up. They looked middle eastern, Iranian perhaps, or maybe Indian. Being an immigrant myself I couldn't help but wonder how they were treated in this affluent white neighborhood in Lake Oswego. When people find out about my heritage they usually just ask if I'm any good at gymnastics. I guess I'm somewhat lucky that my skin color doesn't automatically put me in a minority category. I thanked the cashier for my pizza and expected a halfhearted, downtrodden "your welcome". Instead he responded: "I hope you like. We have best pizza inside the town." He wasn't downtrodden at all, he was proud and enthusiastic. I drove off eating my pizza feeling somewhat guilty.

Monkey Bread

Brenda pointed out the Monkey Bread in the case. I had to get it. Mostly because its fun to say "Monkey Bread". So I asked the french lady why its called Monkey Bread. She replied: "Only monkey would ask such question." Zing! She got me again!

Eat More Bread!

This was on the bag of store bought bread. I got all nostalgic; I remember this from the 80's. So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth.