I was called obsessive this morning, by my wife, because of the way I closed up a loaf of bread, excluding approximately ninety five percent of the excess air in the bag, twisted the end, just so, to complete the seal, put a twist on, exactly to the midpoint and twisted almost exactly five hundred and forty degres, clock-wise, to secure the twist-tie and laid the bread down with the extra, empty part of bag underneath the loaf, to further prevent air exchange. But what does she know?
