Not by bread alone
Nov. 29th, 2011 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis isn't even other news, this is just stupid: but at lunchtime I had soup (these days, I live on soup), but I was feeling bold and I have my baking-mojo back, so I took a slice off this fabulous sourdough loaf I'd baked, and cut it neatly in half, and, um. Put it somewhere.
I have no idea. I could not find it then, when the soup was hot; I cannot find it now, when the soup is not. I might be sitting here dunking it in oil, but I'm not. It are vanished. Not in the kitchen, not in the dining-room, not in the living-room. Not nowhere.
I would obviously accuse one of the boys ("Mac! Stand front-and-centre, and confess!") - except that as I say, I did cut it neatly in two, and I don't believe that either boy would take both pieces at once. They might have divvied up, one each - but when were they ever so sharing?
It just baffles me, that's all. This really isn't a big house, and there aren't so many places that two pieces of bread can hide out; and yet, and yet...
*is baffled*
I have no idea. I could not find it then, when the soup was hot; I cannot find it now, when the soup is not. I might be sitting here dunking it in oil, but I'm not. It are vanished. Not in the kitchen, not in the dining-room, not in the living-room. Not nowhere.
I would obviously accuse one of the boys ("Mac! Stand front-and-centre, and confess!") - except that as I say, I did cut it neatly in two, and I don't believe that either boy would take both pieces at once. They might have divvied up, one each - but when were they ever so sharing?
It just baffles me, that's all. This really isn't a big house, and there aren't so many places that two pieces of bread can hide out; and yet, and yet...
*is baffled*