For the past week or so all of the bread we've been eating I have made. So i made these colossal loaves and we've been eating pieces off of them until we needed a chisel to get a slice off. (The small remnant will be sparrow food tomorrow) And while homemade bread has a tremendously better taste, is more rewarding, and lasts longer, I finally understood the meaning of that old saying about sliced bread.
Eric & i got off work today, completely exhausted, and stopped by the Co-Op to buy some bread and coffee. I haven't had the time or energy this week to bake any, since we've been doing a huge project at work. So, when we had whipped up some baked beans and sat down to eat them I finally understood the luxury of sliced bread. You didn't have to saw at it, reducing some percentage of it to crumbs that necessitate a kitchen sweep after your toast. You didn't have to do anything to eat it in order to make it consumable. I was genuinely excited about this small victory and was sharing it with Eric when he interrupted me,
"Honey, are you trying to say that it's the best thing since sliced bread?"
Yep. That's exactly it.
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