Look at it.
It looks like an old turtle.
My dad caught a snapping turtle once. That was when I lived in Florida. It never snowed there. I remember being scared Santa wasn’t going to come. (Like it snows in Portland.) At the same time I was scared Santa would come. A big creepy man sneaking into your house. Scary stuff for a three-year-old.
I’m avoiding something. The bread. I hated this bread. I took a bite of it. yuck.
My mom said it was ‘warm and delightful.’ I found it in the trash the next day.
I made a list of things this bread could be used for:
- a door stop
- a paperweight
- something to serve to someone you don’t really like
- a hockey puck
- a dog toy (tip: yeast is not good for dogs)
On the bright side, I started another blog. It’s about my love for books and tea. If you’re interested you can find it here.