little bitty girl

As everyone knows, Mama Kang just lurves her beloved son in law. This most recent incident of him having the surgery has brought out her mama-in-law love in full force. Our fridge is simply crammed with all sorts of cakes and tasty meals all marked with "Stef" on white labels.

Oh right. To be fair I did receive a quarter of a layer cake. God only knows, the best way for Stefan to heal is to have cake.

So because she had restocked our fridge on the weekend, she was a little perplexed as to why I was at the supermarket yesterday. But didn't she know? Stefan needs his cold cuts for lunch. Veal bologna to be specific. And of course, with that comes the dreaded baguette. Stef loves bread. He can eat a loaf of bread in two days, I kid you not. But he especially loves baguette for sandwiches. Oh, how I hate the baguette!

Don't get me wrong, the actual thing to consume? I love it. Hard crust on the outside , soft and fluffy on the inside, some lovely butter...it's utterly divine. But the baguette just wasn't made for the Canadian supermarket. Not the ones I go to anyways. Look at the proportion of the baguette versus the actual bag they give you to carry it in.

It's SO awkward! I often find myself rescuing the baguette from a topple down the stairs or a plunge into the murky, slushy snow puddles. It always so happens that I am only buying baguette whenever I also need to carry awkward other products, such as laundry detergent and kitty litter.

You would think that living in a bilingual country where half of our early settlers were French, the originators of la baguette would actually force the stores to make bags that accommodate these things. The one place where I never encounter this problem is Whole Foods and that's because they provide those lovely tall paper bags. Alas, the baguette is already gone and there is still more lunch meat.

I wonder whether he'll notice if I break his baguette in two pieces.