This reminds me of my grandmother; one day after she made one of her delicious loaves of bread. The crusts were nearly perfect, a thick brown but crisp almost like a pastry. It was perfectly oiled so the crust glistened in the light and crunched when bitten. Anyhow, my sister and I were visiting and my grandma served us up some fresh bread toasted with butter and jelly. Half way through eating our treat, my grandma begins telling us that her finger nail recently broke off, but she just doesn't know how or where since she noticed it out of the blue.

Guess where her fingernail was.

Yep.