Mystery Bread

We came home this afternoon and went to check the mail.  There, rright beside the door, we found two giant loaves of rye bread and a big bag of dinner rolls.  No note.  Nothing else.

So we don't know if someone thinks we're destitute.  Or, as one friend suggested, knowing that Bob is gluten intolerant, maybe it's an attack!  Death by gluten!  I'm so afraid we'll never know the answer to this mystery.  Oh, well, the bread goes to Centro Latino in the morning.