Yesterday, we baked some frozen bread for lunch. There were some leftover bread in the oven.
Today, the ah-boy asked, “How long are you all going to bake the bread??”
To which the auntie replied, “Yesterday, we baked for the bread to mature. Today, we are baking it for its patience.”
Me, “It must be torturous to be the bread… sitting in the oven, wondering when it would be eaten…”