Do you eat bread booty?

Whether it is a baguette or a loaf of bread, there are two ends which have different names to people. I call both ends the booty and on some they may look more like a tip but it’s the ends of the doughy treat. I am curious how often you eat it.

Most times when it comes to my breads, they are boarding on being past their eat time so there’s a fifty fifty chance that I will not be able to eat the ends. I had the urge to eat an late lunch/early dinner so I took one of my frozen turkey patties, threw it on the heated pan with sliced cooked red onions till it was all cooked up. Covered it in barbeque sauce, mayo with quickly melting cheese atop it all and made the most yummy sandwich with two small rickety slices of ends of that bread I had.

The car with the boom boom

The other day, I was sitting at my desk in the quiet and peaceful early dusk when someone in their car drove past. Normally, I do not hear when a car passes on the neighborhood street because it’s a good amount of distance to where I am inside the house, the windows are up and it’s a fairly silent event unless they hit the brakes or honk their horn.

This car did neither. It had a boom boom. The car owner decided that not just they would hear the base of their music… but the street, the birds, the folks inside their places and the satellites in the stratosphere circling the earth.

The glass on my windows did this odd vibing thing, my eardrum felt as if it flexed and, I swear, the sound shook my insides a bit. It was horrid. It was something that would have probably woken folks up, worrying if an alien invasion had occurred… until you heard the kind of mashed up mess that can be considered music once the bass is so deep on a song.

I really hope whomever was in that car had good ear plugs or else soon their own hearing will be gone… like their taste in music currently is.