Bread again.

A breakfast muffin - lemon or cornbread perhaps?

Closer to home....

Sunday afternoon brought a surprise phone call from my food throwing neighbors - their oven had caught fire and the coil broke, making it impossible for them to finish cooking their pork chop casserole. They asked, "Could I finish cooking their meal for them? It just needs to be in at 350 for 45 minutes or so...." I paused and said yes. Such irony. Thrown food cooked in my very own oven. I couldn't help myself from taking a picture of the casserole when it was done.



(The pork chops are under all the rice and tomatoes) We'll see if any of it appears outside in the next few days.

The animals beat me to it!

A walk with the dog led us to discover some corn on the cob that the local wildlife had clearly begun working on. Why would you ever throw away corn on the cob?

Spaghetti Dinner

Another late night discovery. This must be what they had for dinner.

Pattern

I'm starting to see a pattern here...... They wake up early, clean out the kitchen and throw bread onto the street in the morning. Today's choice, cornbread.

This morning's daily bread.

The familiar choice of hamburger buns.

Meat bone

Just what everyone thinks of when choosing a lawn ornament.

Nachos

The sad and soggy remains of a pile of tortilla chips.

Food for the birds.....

Ahhh, a smorgasbord of hamburger buns. The Sparrows and Chickadees rejoice.

What the heck!

Hey! Either someone thinks they are really funny or there is a crow out there with very good aim. I don't need no bun in my planter!

Bread!

Another day, another batch of bread. This time some moldy evidence and perhaps a justification for their disposal?

When we arrived home the night of the 4th of July an assortment of bread awaited us. Rye or some kind of nut bread perhaps? A lone hotdog bun and some cinnamon swirl slices - perfectly good looking. BTW - the lovely chicken carcass had been dragged over to the front of our house - beautiful!

Why did the chicken cross the road?.....

You see!! They don't mess around - when they throw food they mean it. They must have used some muscle today because this lovely baked chicken carcass was nearly in the middle of the street. They didn't eat much of it. It was quite greasy - see the stain on the pavement from where I kicked it over. You can imagine how much our dog wanted to eat this.....

Tire tracks or sneaker tracks?

We were waiting with anticipation that there would be a new crop of thrown food this past Sunday since the neighbors had a bunch of family over for the day. We were disappointed as the day went on and nothing appeared. BUT... today we have some more bread - and the question - is it a tire track or a sneaker imprint on this lovely piece of oatmeal bread?

Sliced bread makes it's debut...

This weekend, while I was away, my husband thoughtfully documented the neighbor's disposal of some unwanted bread. I am sure this will be one of many bread posts.

The Sandwich Bun

June 6th, 2007

Today's contribution is a leftover end of a hoagie/sub/sandwich. Perhaps you cannot tell, but it contains a fair amount of pickle relish.

The First Documentation

Well, this has been happening for over a year now and these pictures are our first actual documentation of the phenomenon we call "thrown food". This particular food event happened on June 3rd after some family visited the neighbors. They had a cookout and not all the food made it into waiting bellies. As you can see, they passed on some pale frankfurters and one burnt hamburger.