this morning #1871.

this morning, after i finished chucking out the stale parts of the loaf, i was left with a measly two slices. SO much waste. stupid bakery bread simply doesn’t stay fresh. happens every time. i bring a brand new loaf home. it charms me with its promise of whole grain for a couple days max before it goes bad. i know this sounds sacrilegious but i simply can’t eat bread that fast. one day i wake up & it’s fallen off a cliff, as if its tasty nature was all just a figment of my imagination. still, every week when i walk past the bakery, i can’t help myself. keep buying it. keep right on believing that this time will be different. that i’ll be able to finish off the whole loaf before the mold takes over. a girl can dream, i guess. dreams of the ideal bread.