I’m soooo diggin’ this whole bread thang!! I actually baked my own bread, and even though I’m counting carbs and have had no more than a couple bites for myself, I have to tell you — it’s awesome!! If you know of my true kitchen capabilities, you too would thoroughly be impressed.
Now I’m all proud and excited and came up with this fabulous idea! I would ship my Mom in Florida a loaf of my best-ever-in-the-whole-world bread and a bag of starter, so she could mush the goo and share it with her friends in God’s Waiting Room (or the Sunshine State — whichever reference you prefer). Cool thought right? (Not to mention that when Mom gets my bread, she’ll like me better than my brother, Scott!)
So I asked Perry to print the shipping label, and he turns around and asks me if I know that overnight shipping for that loaf of bread and cup of goo is a little over $30 dollars. 30 BUCKS!! You’ve got to be kidding me!! Even though I printed the recipe all artsy like and had a beautiful loaf of bread complete with funky tags all cute and thoughtful — I refuse to pay $30 bucks so my Mom can eat bread.
Because of our fine USPS, my poor and elderly (sorry Mom) Mother will be forced to eat plain old Butternut bread and will have no chance to be popular in her retirement park, or be known as the cool chick with the awesomest bread on the planet. Also, I’ll probably gain 10 pounds because someone has to eat this extra flipping loaf of bread. This fiasco is totally the fault of our government, and I’m pretty sure none of this would’ve happened if McCain would’ve been elected!
Something needs to be done about ridiculous shipping rates. Because we can. Yes. We. Can.