Ah, to be well intentioned. The morning had started with a bang, and so I raced. Not in a running for a purpose way, but in an “I’ve got 20 things to do and 10 minutes to do it” way. Eating didn’t make it on the list, so by lunch my stomach was growling like a pack of wolves at a moose buffet. Not pretty. Since I was joined by a new friend, and we had lots to talk about, I decided to order a bowl of tomato basil soup so the conversation wouldn’t be slowed with lots of chewing on my part. But since I was so hungry I wanted something…more.
I noticed I could purchase a baguette as a side item. My mental vision was a small crusty loaf about 4 inches long and 3 inches wide. I had not visited this cafe before, but the idea of a small amount of bread with the soup sounded really good.
To my horror, the waiter brought about 15 slices of bread on a carving board, a bowl of butter and a bowl of chickpea spread. As Homer Simpson would say, “Dough!” My friend and I stared, and then laughed. (At least I think she was laughing. I couldn’t see her over the mound of doughy goodness.) There was so much bread the waiter said he’d swing by and graze when he had time.
To be fair, it was really good bread. However, between the two of us we only managed to eat 3 pieces, and the darn waiter never did help out. As I sit here remembering the look on our faces when the bread took over the table…yea, it’s the best part of my day.