While enjoying the toasted version of Bob's bread for breakfast, I realized that the available slices laying on the plate reminded me of something... modern sculpture. When upended and set at (approximate) right angles, Bob and I discovered that there was a distinct echo of some of Richard Serra's monumental sculptures. (The plastic baby (from a previous year's Mardi Gras King Cake) adds scale). Funny how art winds up appearing where you least expect it!
