homemaker

Turning away from the clerk, I took a deep breath while my husband paid for the bread purchased at a new bakery which had opened near us recently.  “That will be $6.00, please.”

I tried hard to keep from hyperventilating as (from the corner of my eye) I saw my husband actually give the money to the clerk.  Now, let me see.  With butter going for $4.00 a pound, it is costing us $10.00 just to put bread on the table! 

Bread coated with the same stuff Jack puts in the bird feeder for $6.00?  As I  wondered how much he’d paid for the seed bought at the hardware store, the little crumbly things pooled in the bottom of the plastic bag, along with some wayward oats.

“Don’t worry,” he says.  “We can scoop up the crumbs and eat them with a spoon.  That way we’ll get our money’s worth.”

Well, for damn sure we’re not going to let it go stale and feed it to the critters outside our back door.  We will devour every morsel, whether we like it or not!  Toasted, slathered with peanut butter, enveloping baloney and cheese or just plain-plain, this bread will be eaten by humans long before any green stuff reproduces into neat little spores, rendering it unfit for anything but making our own homemade penicillin.

And, next week we’ll be shoppping at the WalMart Supercenter, day-old bakery, bread section.