Sometimes I wonder if the library has a wall mounted with photos of their most notorious card holders. Members who have been caught repeatedly doing things “against the rules,” like eating, drinking or talking. (Clearly one of the greatest institutions must be worse than prison.)
If there were such a wall, I’m almost positive my photo would be up there for “most fines accrued.” When I check out a book it’s pretty much guaranteed it’ll be returned overdue.
I don’t know why laziness I can’t get books back to the public library on time, but as of late the circulation desk staff have started asking, “Another one?” when they spot me rounding the corner. It’s kind of like when the baristas at Starbucks see you coming through the door and start making your drink.
But with shame.
This bread however
is something to be proud of.
This bread would bring back books to the library on time. This bread wouldn’t be recognized by the staff at the circulation desk because of fees. This bread is good. Quite good.
Studded with woodsy herbs, a lovely salted crust that it pulls apart with ease, it just begs to be dipped into a bowl of hearty soup. And when you come back from the library after paying your shame fees, you can find some comfort by tucking into some of that savory warmth.