Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Pride Goeth Before Consumption

My dad likes rye bread. Nobody else is really crazy about it, so he seldom gets it. The other day, I picked up a couple loaves while shopping with my mom.

"I bought Daddy some rye bread," I smirked to my mom.

"Kissee, Kissee," she said dourly. Sour grapes!

Then I returned home, setting the loaves on the counter to be carried as a triumphant offering later that evening. Only I forgot them.

And returned home to this.

All over my kitchen table. I shall have to find another means of ingratiating myself, as I don't think my dad (who isn't crazy about cats on the best of days) could be convinced that this was only the latest artisanal bread craze.

1 comment: