This happens every year. The stores are stripped bare of bread on the day after Thanksgiving.
I guess the bakers don't bake on the holiday or the day after (and who can blame them; what a tough life). It couldn't just be that shoppers already snapped it all up this morning for today's leftover turkey sandwiches — no, they're at the malls, whining for Wii and pleading for PlayStation 3.
It almost always slips my mind, so I don't lay in a supply of loaves the Wednesday before. And by Friday: No bread.
Well, we did manage to find some this morning, but I suspect it's a two-day-old hunk. And that will be fine, toasted, though nothing beats a criterial turkey sandwich on fresh white bread.
Anyway, the silver lining is that this loaf is a Country French Sourdough baked by Craig Ponsford up at Sonoma's Artisan Bakery. I trust Craig. He knows a thing or two about bread.
Now, if only I could muster up an appetite. Give me a few more minutes.
Update: The bread was fresh. Craig, you clever thing. Delicious.