December 30, lunch. At Beyond Bread, a piece of bread-and-butter. They have a pile of bread scraps and tubs of butter at the point where you are waiting in line to give your order. It's crazy, because you get your scrap just moments before you put your order in, which you do with your mouth full. You should get it when you get in, so you have something to nosh before you get to the head of the line. But then mabe you wouldn't be hungry, and you'd order less. I don't know. But I ate the bread anyway.