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Day 252: White Bread

I thought about taking a pic of my dinner plate but because every self-respecting blogger knows you need to include a picture with every post. But then I remembered that I have rarely seen an amateur food photo online and thought anything besides, "Huh. I bet that was yummy but it looks disgusting." So I didn't. For the record we had dry-ish crock pot country style ribs and corn.

Also on my plate was a nice slice of white bread with butter. Yum! Growing up, my dad had bread and butter with almost every meal. We blew through loaves of bread at breakneck speeds. I try for high fiber bread if I can, and I mix up what I buy so that the kids are exposed to more than just plain white bread, but it is comforting to go back to good ol' white bread sometimes. Bread and butter is so simple, so yummy, and comforting because it reminds me of growing up and of my dad. 

Please accept this picture of a half loaf of bread and my cute
little butter crock on my messy countertop. You're welcome, Internet.
I also can't stop humming this little tune when I think about (and eat) white bread.


What is a comfort food of yours?

Comments

  1. Okay so I seriously though Dad and Nathan were the only two people that are store bread with just butter. Disgusting.

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  2. PS I have missed many day and this is the one I clicked on. Hmmm....maybe tomorrow when I am testing I can catch up.

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