I've discovered that Potato Bread has a tragic flaw.
When I was buying two loaves last Sunday (not this past Sunday, but the Sunday before that), I was frantically clutching them to my breast while I ran up and down the aisles looking for food-stuffs I would need. Seeing as how I don't have a way to get myself to a grocery store, whenever I find myself at one I am sure to stock up.
As I was checking out, I noticed that in my desperation I had held them a tad too tightly, not unlike a child clinging to the lifeguard as he is learning how to swim. As a result, smack in the middle of both loaves were huge arm-shaped indents.
Oh, that should not be a problem! Right? I'll just kind of stretch it out when the time comes, or use it for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Well, I have gone through the first loaf. Mostly. There are four slices left in the first bag - the end caps, and two squished-beyond-recognition slices with holes in them from me trying to un-squish them.
I'm dreading the middle of the next loaf. I had no idea that potato bread was so sensitive! I don't have a toaster, or I would make toast. I can't use it for grilled cheese, because I don't have a stove - I would have to put it in the grill. This bread is useless to me. Maybe I'll just make peanut butter without the jelly. and force myself to take them for lunch to work.
It will be a sad little sandwich, but I'll cherish my thriftiness as I try to stretch the $70 I have left for food out for another month.
And if I do have to make more grilled cheese, I hope that I don't forget to take out the waffle plates first. As cute as it was, eating a cheese sandwich shaped as a waffle, I thought the bread was too compact. Not fluffy enough to my liking.
....Scratch that. A waffle-cheese sandwich is the second best type of sandwich there is.
It is second only to a peanut butter sandwich cut into the shape of a dinosaur.
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