tonight, i made myself a peanut butter sandwich and my bread had a hole in the middle. every time i get a piece of bread like this, i am instantly transported back to the kitchen of my childhood home, having a conversation with a family friend who asked me “do you want a half or a hole?”
“a whole!” i said.
so he made me a sandwich with the piece of bread with the hole in it. i thought it was hilarious. granted, i think i was about 4 years old. but it was hilarious.