More evidence that Fran isn't the one doing the shopping
Further to  this recent post about odd-coloured food  I have more to report.   My husband brought THIS home.      Here is the conversation we had about it.   Me: What be this abomination, my master? Please remove it from my scullery or I will cave in your head with my chopping block.   Him: It be charcoal bread, my love.   Me: It can be charcoal, my master. Or it can be bread. It cannot be both of those things, or I am not a wench.   Him: Would your pretty mouth like a taste of it, my love? I will tear you off a piece and layer it with fresh butter from our dairy cow.   Me: I would like nothing less, master. In fact, I would rather eat my own ear wax than consider it.   Him: Then I will have to feast on it myself which I am pleased to do.   Me: From whence did you purchase it and how many pennies did it cost thee?   Him: It cost three hundred and fifty pennies, my dearest.   Me: THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY?  Have you been eating of the mushrooms underneath the old elm, my mas...