Me (Talking to my bread dough, which is rising nicely): That’s a good little guy! …or girl. I don’t know how you gender bread. But I bet the French have a way. Hey [Husband], what gender is bread? I can’t even remember the word in German, much less the gender. What is it in Spanish?

Husband: Pan.

Me: No, I know the word, I need to know the gender. How would you say “the?”

Husband: El. Or maybe la.

Me: I know it’s either “el” or “la,” that gets to the very heart of the question I am asking! Come on!

Anyway, we looked it up. Bread is male!


Things have actually been very unsilly around here the last few days, so this silly scene seemed very worth remembering.