I made some bread the other day - using my sister's no-knead bread recipe (look in her sidebar for the link), and when I had cut through many slices, I suddenly came upon a slice with an orange piece of thread in it.
Now I know that the small bits of fabric I find all over the house - and have even found downstairs on the driveway or in the elevator, are there because one of us has walked through my studio and out again with a passenger on the bottom of our shoe. But this thread was uncommonly clever to find its way into a loaf of unbaked bread.
Proof of something, I suppose...
2 comments:
I would say it is quite a clever achievement! How does that joke go? "Waiter,there's a fly in my soup" "Hush, sir, everyone will want one"
Love it.
You know when you go out and people feel the need to either pull them off your clothes or quietly tell you about them?
Why don't they realise, this is our life, this is normal (grin)
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