Sun, 21 Aug 2005
To see the world in a piece of toast... // at 09:59
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The Saturday morning ritual. Jo heads across to the bakery to grab a
fresh loaf of bread while I make bacon and eggs and coffee. We prefer
the loaves from the Vietnamese-run bakery in Chester street, but
they're often not ready until 9:30, so the earlier mornings' bread
comes from the market bakery. A split-vienna loaf, often still warm
from the oven. At least half the loaf vanishes with breakfast and
lunch on Saturday, Sunday morning is usually toast made from the
rest...
As I grabbed my slices of toast and put them on the bench, Jo burst out laughing, pointing out that they looked like the silhouette of a basset hound. Far more interesting then the assorted images of Jesus and Mary that are seen in donuts or tree stumps, in our bread slices we have seen completely non-denominational penguins, octopus and the odd basset!
