When Baguettes Attack

While making zucchini gazpacho last week, I decided to toast up some last-minute crostini to serve alongside it. I thought the crostini-gazpacho combo would make a pretty picture for the blog while using up the end of the baguette left over from roasted garlic night. I felt very Martha Stewart.

So, in a hurry as usual, I reached into the bread's skinny brown bag to grab the remaining half-loaf—and sliced myself open on the cut end of the stale baguette! Not on a knife, not even on the paper bag—but on the bread itself. (I am multi-talented.) 

What you see

What I see

I didn’t document the actual carnage, but suffice it to say that blood was shed, and it wasn’t the baguette’s.

What’s even sadder is that when I snapped some pictures of the offending bread-end for Veggie Quest, upon closer inspection, I realized I’d actually wounded myself on a friendly-aquatic-animal baguette.

See? Definitely a laughing sea turtle. (Or a demented one; it’s hard to know.)

So whether or not your stale baguette looks like a jolly marine reptile, if you get the big idea to repurpose it for crostini, or croutons, or whatever—well, you’ve been warned.