When the Breadman Delivers

The day we brought Peter home from the hospital was our first visit from the bread man. The doorbell rang and there was a man at the door that I vaguely recognized.  He was a neighbor that I had only met a few times and had a few chats in the backyard with while the children played.  He knew that we had a large family and was wondering if we might like some bread.  It turns out his father is a delivery driver for Pepperidge Farms.  When there is "outdated" bread, they are allowed to take it and distribute it however they see fit.  We said that we could use some bread and were amazed at the quality, quantity, and variety of breads and crackers he gifted to us.

Since that first visit, he has returned about every other month offering us as much bread as we can take.  We have had the opportunity to share from our surplus with other families we know.  This has been such a blessing to us!

Take a peek at some photos Todd took last month.

We were amazed at how many boxes he had for us!

Sorting it out and dividing it to keep and give to friends.

The freezer we got for free from the neighbors has become the "Bread Freezer"

I once heard that when life gives you bread, you make sandwiches...or maybe it was something about lemons and lemon-aide, but you get the idea.  I am trying to be creative about different ways to eat bread, bagels and buns, but honestly I am about out of ideas. We've done sandwiches, garlic bread, hot dogs, burgers, chicken patties, grilled cheese, toast, French toast...any new ideas for me?

God Bless!

Heather :-)