Today, while shoveling Caesar salad into my mouth, I came to a stunning realization: I am a crouton racist. It kind of all hit me at once. Even though at it’s center, every crouton is just a lightly seasoned piece of tasteless, toasted bread, I can’t bring myself to eat the black ones. I stopped to think why I harbored such bread bigotry. Have you ever seen a black loaf of bread? Their is something so unwholesome about eating a salami sandwhich on black bread. That’s about where the thought process stopped, since I finished my caesar salad. I really wish I had some people to eat dinner with. Arizona grows more lonely with each passing day.
Joshua Ziering