Now, if my father-in-law was the author of this blog, this title would suggest that this were my last post.
The end of the blog, as it were.
See, he has a habit of adding an “-s” to many commonplace words and store names.
Imagine a Jersey City accent saying, “Hey, I picked up a book at Barnes and Nobles.”
OR
“I got a great deal on those dishtowels at the Walmarts.”
It’s quite endearing and gives us much, much fodder for teasing.
However, I am the author of this blog, and I do NOT add an “-s” to anything where an “-s” does not belong.
So, to what does our title refer?
Bread.
Loaves of bread.
More specifically, the ends of a loaf of bread.
Do you have a “ends of the loaf” battle in your house?
As you can imagine, we do.
I tend to avoid the battle by making lunches at night, when the kids go to bed.
I rotate who gets the end pieces every day.
There are four of us who have sandwiches each day, which makes 8 pieces of bread a day which means that every day, someone gets an end.
I get it.
I do.
I hate the ends of bread loaves.
It’s just so…dry.
However, I take my turn, right along with the rest of them.
Baby Monkey doesn’t eat sandwiches.
I think it’s because he doesn’t want to risk an end.
I have had lunch boxes come home from school with half a sandwich left inside.
Can you guess which half?
Thought so.
Anyway, today I was just wondering if anyone else had “end of the loaf” issues, or if it was particular to our household.
My guess is that this is definitely one area where we are NOT alone.
