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I’ve wondered about the possibility of bread tampering. I mean most products have some form of tamper evident packaging but what about bread?

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Heh. You could a took your sweet time 🙂

Badger has a fan club.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcE5aDTszrY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

There was a time, lo these many years ago, that I would have eaten the bread because a madman may have laced it with LSD.

I’ve been doing just fine with whisky for several decades now. Of course, I have these LSD flashbacks where I hallucinate that a Marxist black man has become President of the United States and is waging robotic war on undeveloped countries that threaten the U.S.A. as much as a vole threatens a rhinoceros, and that the world political rulers have obsessed on this utterly inconceivable idea that carbon dioxide, rather than being an essential compound for all life on earth, is some sort of filthy pollutant.

Oh, my misspent youth!

I would feed it to the municipal ducks.

Probable just a nice person, but such time we live in!

I would make sammiches to sell to beach goers. And then watch. Very, very closely.

I wouldn’t assume that a madman had laced it with drugs, but I wouldn’t eat it either. I would give it to the birds.

Let me see if I remember the recipe.

Convenience Store Sandwich (UK style)
1. Spread 1/2 cup of margarine on each of (2) thin slices white bread
2. Drop a teaspoon of some sort of pickle relish/chutney in the middle of one of the slices (be sure to get lots and lots of juice/brine – soggier the better)
3. Add one thinly sliced piece of cheddar sufficient to cover about 1/2 the area of the bread
4. Add one gristle-threaded mystery meat….let’s call it “Ham”
5. Optional: Wet leaf lettuce with extra brown edges

Cover with second bread slice. Freeze until rock-hard. Wrap in plastic, then let thaw on a shelf so whatever bit of bread isn’t already soaked by chutney juice can be used to soak up the trapped condensation.

Bon Appetit!

(Hope you enjoyed the beach!)

I’d give it to the raccoons that show up in our back yard to eat our bird seeds when it gets dark.

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Uh, I’d make breakfast baked-bean sandwiches with the bread and then give it to the raccoons. I think I kind of love the idea of a raccoon on LSD.

I’d hope it was laced with LSD.

I’m going to go with Matthew 7:9.

Evacuate American cities – the bombs are coming!!!

I would give it away to a (former) friend as a peace offering!

I would definitely figure it was bad and trash it. Even if it was in a wrapper.

Hmmm. Large vodka theft later the same day, same town.

http://www.courier.co.uk/lotta-bottle-major-vodka-theft-Tunbridge-Wells/story-19757520-detail/story.html

A coincidence? Inquiring minds want to know.

So, would you eat a loaf of bread left mysteriously on your windshield, or would you assume a madman had laced it with LSD?

As Uncle Al intimated, you seem to assume that “laced with LSD” isn’t an incentive.

I’d be more worried about it being 28-grain Hippie Bread or something.

Ah, yes – I know that stuff! Ol’ Grandfather Badger used to call it ‘nuts and bolts bread’.

Doesn’t matter much….

The bread was liberally covered in DMSO that had been laced with LSD.

So, as soon as you touched it, you were dosed, anyway….

So much”Win”in this bread thread!

I’m surprised the local birds weren’t after it already.

“…I have these LSD flashbacks where I hallucinate that a Marxist black man has become President of the United States and is waging robotic war on undeveloped countries that threaten the U.S.A. as much as a vole threatens a rhinoceros, and that the world political rulers have obsessed on this utterly inconceivable idea that carbon dioxide, rather than being an essential compound for all life on earth, is some sort of filthy pollutant.”

I do b’lieve I’ve seen that partic’lar film – late-night on HBO, it was…or maybe CNN (?) –

As to the Proper Disposition Of Windscreen Bread – I say, collect it and ship it to Syria. Ordinarily, of course, the Syrians have all sorts of fairly-decent bread of their own (a trifle flat, most of it is – in shape, not necessarily in flavor – but, oh well), but of late they’re a wee bit busy, and unlikely to have over-much time for breadmaking and such. Besides – a random dose of LSD or two might give them a bit of a refreshing break from the surrealism of their current realism, if you get what I mean…