Freshly Baked Bread

I have two wishes for Santa Claus this year: stable software and freshly baked bread.

My first wish won’t be granted. So he is obligated to fulfill the second one for sure. And the second wish is becoming a non-trivial task.

Sasketchewan, where I currently live now, lies in what is considered Canada’s breakbasket. We learned about it in school. They apparently grow a lot of wheat here. Wheat, as you may or may not know, is one of the critical ingredients in most breads.

So why is it that I can’t find a goddamn bakery that makes fresh goddamn bread in the middle of this goddamn breadfactory?

I went to four “bakeries”. Two didn’t sell bread at all, just pastries. One only sold a variety of toast. And the last one, which was only a 10 minute bus ride from my house, and recommended to me by a co-worker, closes at fucking 5pm (isn’t that when most people finish work and fresh bread is something on their mind?)

What the fuck.

When having a discussion with my co-workers about this, here is how they manage to get bread:

1. Get a breadmaker and have your girlfriend make it for you
2. Get your girlfriend, which works in a bakery, to get it for you when she leaves work

Either solution requires a girlfriend. Fuck this shit.