Hate Wasting Food

I just finished eating a whole loaf of bread. It wasn't a huge loaf, but big enough to make me wonder. You know how after almost thirty years of living day after day you surprise yourself with something as ordinary as eating bread? I've eaten many slices of bread before, you know. Especially in Germany where the bread is good. They have all kinds of bread there, probably more than a hundred different types.

This one was a walnut rye bread. I bought it at the station on my way home. Today was a freezing cold day and I spent most of the train ride thinking about what to eat for dinner. I remembered I had some beef discs in the fridge that I could pair with a simple rice soup. I was looking forward to that and thought that I would probably like some bread in the morning. Maybe some walnut rye with cream cheese. 

I got the bread and some cheese spread and walked home. I opened the door and realized how cold it was inside. I put down my backpack, sat down and stretched my toes. I was ready for dinner. I opened the fridge door and found out that my beef had gone bad. Sigh. I hate wasting food. So I picked up a knife and started spreading. I chewed and swallowed slice after slice, until there was nothing left.