Last weekend the Sweetie Pie brought home a tray of sliced baguette from an office party. When he brought it home, it was only slightly stale. It might be called “day-old”. I considered making bread pudding or panzanella.
The days passed, and the bread sat. It got staler. I considered making croutons.
More days passed and I fingered the bread, trying to decide what it was good for. I decided we’d take it to the park and feed the ducks and geese.
Little did I know, my kiddos had other plans for it. Scavenging the kitchen for more food, they spy the bread. I explain that they wouldn’t want it. They insist they do. They eat it. They love it.
And so, in an otherwise ordinary day, a common loaf of stale bread is rescued and redeemed. I call it a good day’s work.