I was pulling some wet towels from the washer the other day and noticed that there was bread on everything. Not just crumbs, but chunks of soggy bread stuck to every single thing in the washer.
"What the . . ." I thought. As weird as it was, I wasn't that surprised. If you saw where my washer sits, you wouldn't be that surprised either.
Our quirky little homes here on "chiropractic row" have the convenience of all major appliances in one room: the kitchen. All of them -- fridge, stove, washer, dryer, hot water heater. All except the dishwasher, which should be in the kitchen, but is actually in the dining area. While this has its benefits, it also has its drawbacks, such as having all your clothes smell like Thai coconut curry because you forgot to take them out of the dryer before making dinner. . .
or having all your towels covered with pieces of bread. I think one of two things happened. I often make bread in my bread machine, and when it comes out, I cover it with a towel so it can cool without drying out. The bread towel is usually covered with crumbs, but may have had a whole slice of bread in there this time.
Or Sophie may have found a good-sized chunk of bread on the kitchen floor and threw it into the laundry basket, which often sits in front of the washer. (I don't know how a piece of bread that size would have ended up on
my immaculate kitchen floor, which is always shiny and food-free. Smashed Cheerios? Squished bananas that have hardened into petrified lumps? Sticky spots from dropped strawberries that have collected fuzz from who-knows-where? Nope. Not on my floor. ;))
Ya, so another rinse cycle took care of most of the bread and the lint catcher in the dryer caught the rest. If I do have a rogue bread crumb in my hair, please let me know.
