Small Victory

When you are a single guy, like my little brother, "what" you eat isn't nearly as important as who is playing in the big game this week or if the birds are flying.

He's not able to drive just yet after having surgery, so big sister took him to the grocery store.  One aisle into the store, and he's grabbing for something that naturally, I couldn't keep my mouth shut about.

  Bleached Flour 

Now, I am not knocking anyone who prefers Bleached Flour.  To each his own.  However, my brother isn't baking breads that he 'thinks' needs to be pearly white for some crazy reason.  He's making things like biscuits and gravy.  As in the thickening agent.  No homemade biscuits, but that's another day.  And that's probably about all he uses flour for actually.  I will have to ask him if he's every used it for anything else, certainly not biscuits :o)  

So I got to use one of my favorite lines, "If you are in a swimming pool and thirsty, do you just open you mouth and take a drink, or do you get out and get a glass of water?"

Without missing a beat or rolling his eyes even...he put it back on the shelf and purchased Unbleached instead.  If that wasn't shocking enough, when we got back to his place and unloaded, he handed me a small used bag and asked me to pitch it.  Yup, his remaining bleached flour from the fridge went bye-bye.

Small Victory...and he didn't even make fun of me.  If I had feathers, I'd puff them up.  Every one's gotta start somewhere, right?