Doug the Baker (our friendly neighbor at Against the Grain) loaded up his car again yesterday to bring bread to the masses at Occupy Philly.
Wouldn’t you sit out in the cold and rain that was “wintry mix” on Saturday for some of this?
Luckily, I don’t have to. I just get to walk around the corner and put down some hard-earned capitalist cash for it.
(And, if you thought I was referencing THIS with the title of this post, well, obviously you didn’t see the game. It was quite the opposite, in fact.)






Wow. That’s a very handsome baker.
And, Monica, he BAKES.
I’m just gonna say it: ditto.
Can he bake me something? I’ll pay. Shipping and handling, too.
You guys are talking about me, right?
Well of course! Who else would we be talking about? And your baking abilities are legendary.