"What we need is an appropriate bread bag." said Monsieur Pardon Me one morning during our vacation in the Auvergne. "One that is long enough to hold a bagette and wide enough so I can buy five at a time when we have guests."
I had to agree. The old plastic bag that he took along to the bakery every morning looked rather shabby. It was time to take out my sewing machine, find a bit of fabric in the armoire, measure a loaf of bread and make something more appropriate for our daily bread runs.
The result, I dare say, is rather nice looking. Mr. Pardon Me proudly carried it down to the bakery in the village. More importantly, it passed the ultimate test when the pain de campagne (country bread) we bought fit in it beautifully. Even Madame La Boulangère approved.
And surely, you will agree, dear Reader, that such a fine bread as this deserves its very own stylish bag. Just look at that crust.
I will have to make another one for Brooklyn and for our daily runs to Caputo Bakery on Court.