I bought a baguette at The Good Life Grocery on my way home today from the library. Not that I needed it, rather because it was speaking to me. Its crusty brown nose sticking out of its skinny sleeve of crispy white paper, coyly standing in the bread rack as if it didn’t know exactly what it was doing.
It spoke to me, nonchalantly, in that low yeasty voice only uttered by fresh baked baguettes in tiny neighborhood grocers. It knew I didn’t need it but could sense my hunger and read in my eyes my plan to make a ham and cheese sandwich as soon as I got home. It knew I was vulnerable!
It coaxed me through its doughy distortion field and next thing I’m walking down 20th Street with a baguette under my arm, no thin-sliced Good Seed organic bread baked by Dave for this guy today! Alas, it paid for its insistence as I cut it into thirds then sliced a piece, horizontally, toasted it then slathered it with spicey mustard and mayo, some creamy cheese and added thinly sliced red onion and a couple leaves of romaine. I topped it off lightly with an oily olive tapenade, drizzling the oil all over the inside of the toasted bread. The baguette was right, I needed it. It knew exactly what it was doing. Chances are good it’ll do it again, and again, I’ll give in, gladly!
I was already feeling peckish... This has tipped me over the edge..Looks like I'll be buying a baguette later... 🙂
yum...sounds like city living suits you....