Every Monday and Wednesday night a peculiar thing happens.
Someone picks up all of the left over bread items from the nearby St. Louis Bread Co. and drops it off at the student center. It's kind of a big deal. There are pastries and loafs of bread and bagels, and danishes, and big old circular bread, and muffins, and it's just crazy.
There's always more than you can handle, for their first time (myself included) everyone always will take more than they can eat in the near future and it goes stale (just like manna). It's high quality food, it saves us money (I don't need to buy sandwich bread any more, each week I just get a loaf and use it for lunches throughout the week), it's community bonding, it's just glorious. Each night brings most of us just standing around, anticipating it's arrival, like kids on Christmas eve. We get to catch up and share laughs as out of the corner of our eyes everyone is seeing if it's come and scoping out the best picks. I first witnessed the phenomenon during my campus visit many months ago and I was won over by the endearing moment shared around the bread table.
There's always more than you can handle, for their first time (myself included) everyone always will take more than they can eat in the near future and it goes stale (just like manna). It's high quality food, it saves us money (I don't need to buy sandwich bread any more, each week I just get a loaf and use it for lunches throughout the week), it's community bonding, it's just glorious. Each night brings most of us just standing around, anticipating it's arrival, like kids on Christmas eve. We get to catch up and share laughs as out of the corner of our eyes everyone is seeing if it's come and scoping out the best picks. I first witnessed the phenomenon during my campus visit many months ago and I was won over by the endearing moment shared around the bread table.