Bread Dilemma

 Let's talk about bread. Yesterday, while cleaning out the fridge in search of dinner ingredients and putting away a handful of purchases, I boiled the eggs that would not fit in my egg tray. It holds 30 eggs, but I only wanted to put two trays in, and I had 23 eggs.

I know, you thought I was going to wax eloquent about bread and I will get there. I boiled the three eggs and made a container of egg salad with thoughts of just sandwiches and maybe some fruit for supper. I was hot and my back was telling me to lay down. Life was going to be simple.

While at the store, I did wonder if we needed bread. Since being down with my back, I have not been in the kitchen much. I am not a big toast eater in the morning. I crave a little sweet upon wakening and I like bagels. I have to eat to be able to take the steroid otherwise my stomach will pitch them back up. I did not buy bread. My bad.

But here's the deal, I hate tossing moldy bread out. I have tried the half loaf and that is okay, but it is the same price as the whole loaf. I accept that I am cheap. I actually embrace it. I am my father's daughter, after all! I will say the I do draw the line at one-ply toilet tissue.

So, my dilemma was that I had the makings of sandwiches, but only two slices of bread. I could give those to the man moaning about his knee and eat mine on a bagel. Egg salad on a bagel is just wrong, though. The ratio of sandwich filling and bread is way off. 

Why is it when you have plenty of bread, you don't want a sandwich, but when you are low on bread you want a sandwich? Before you ask, I am no longer on pain meds or muscle relaxers and not subject to being under the influence to skew my rational thinking. This is just me, thinking.

I scrounged around and found some take-out stuff from my confinement and fed the man with the knee that he swears is gouty. I ate a blueberry pop tart and called it a night. 

I know I could put the bread in the fridge, but gouty man does not like after being chilled. He says it doesn't taste right. It does taste different, but there is nothing wrong with it. He is just picky. I don't like to freeze it either. I have been known to toast all the stale bread and whip up bread pudding. I love bread pudding, and my thighs will tell you so. The man is not a fan. It is never a small amount. It is like soup and chili; it seems to grow as you add ingredients. This is unfortunate, because he will eat just one serving and I will nibble away until it is gone.

This not a good thing!