Playing with bread

When I was a very little  girl my mother would never let me play with bread. She used to say that  bread was holy and something you could not play with. I guess it was because of the hard times she had to endure during the war and the years after, when bread and most food was scarce and really valuable.

My baker makes strange shapes with bread. I bought this little tortoise today.
As I thought she could be hungry I fed her some leaves.  All this has reminded me of my mother's words.