With all that’s going on in the world today, it’s nice to live in a small town where people have their priorities straight.
Bread. Stale bread. How much is a person, a people, a society expected to endure, eh? Some brave soul broke the code of silence and called the anonymous call-in line at our local weekly newspaper. I think Anonymous Caller speaks for us all.
by Anonymous Caller
This is in response to
the person that called in
and couldn’t buy a loaf
of fresh bread.
I’ve been going through
the same thing
for three years.
I thought it was just me,
then I found out
it was not.
I’ve went to this store and that store,
tried that brand and this brand,
it’s always dried out,
like it’s been out for three days.
I too would like to know
what’s going on
My dear late sainted Grandpa used to say, “Half a loaf is better than not loafing at all,” but that hardly seems to apply here, does it? Sorry, Anonymous Caller. All I can suggest is that you take time out from prowling the bread shelves and learn to bake your own. It ain’t that hard.
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on the topic of food in heraldry.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about bread.