I was tired of the same old roll (or in my case, sprouted corn tortilla). I decided to buy some bread. Semifreddi's Odessa Rye.
Rye is my favorite. I grew up on it. You could say I grew up well-bred.
Some say, "You are what you eat." When it comes to rye and my sense of humor, I realize this is true.
I am not usually upset buying bread, but as I watched it scoot out of its protective white paper bag, as it inched along the tray toward the metal blades, I felt tinges of sympathy. Anyway you slice it, it's hard. You can't just loaf around, especially if you lack dough; that leads to a half-baked life. And getting sliced is no picnic, either. I felt so sorry for it I stopped the process midway. Half a loaf is better than none.
When I finally bit into a slice, I felt seeds of contentment.
Incidentally, I ate the slice with turkey and avocado. This woman cannot live on bread alone.
Causes Eva Schlesinger Supports
Center For Young Women's Development
Alameda County Library Foundation