The Bloomingdale Farmers Market is only three block away from my house, and has approximately 10-15 vendors. There is one bakery stall where you can get amazingly good bread. They are a wholesale bakery (they make the bread for lots of high-end DC restaurants). I don't know where the bakers are from originally, but they may be from France. I'm not good with French accents so they may also be from a previously French-colonised country. All I can tell you is that they talk to you in French first, and I've heard them having conversations in French with other customers. They were very polite when I said my one pathetic French sentence to them: Je ne parle pas Francais. Sometimes I am listening when Twin talks to me. Sometimes.
So I buy a rustic baguette every Sunday around noon and gorge myself on it, making havarti and tomato sandwiches. And every Tuesday I look at the leftover half-baguette and feel guilty about throwing it out, but how much baguette can one person eat? Patches loves toast and would eat the entire rest of the loaf and wind up with bunny diabetes. So this week I decided not to be one of those Americans who throw away 40% of their food and instead make something with the stale bread.
