Sometimes the twist tie comes in handy although I cannot think of a specific example at the moment. Perhaps there is another use for the tab but I have never cared enough to research what that might be on Pinterest.
They say plastic straws are clogging up the landfills and oceans. What is the impact of these bread thingies? It cannot be good. NOTE to environmentalists in need of a research topic!
I can hear your eyes rolling out there. Good grief, she is really scraping the bottom of the barrel for a blog topic.
Of course this is not a post about bread ties. It is a post about a new relationship, a romantic relationship, and the need to negotiate such when you reach a certain age and yet still imagined navigating those mine fields had passed with your youth.
A bowl filled with plastic bread ties taking up space on an already too cramped counter top . . . why? (Seriously, why? You have no idea how much this stabs at the heart of a confirmed clutter hater.)
If a loaf of bread comes with a twist tie, I can switch it for one of these.
I hate twist ties. If you live with a right handed person they always twist it the wrong way and then it's just a struggle to get the tie off.
I have lived most of my life with right handed people and never actually noticed this or let it irritate me, but wouldn't one, maybe even two, be sufficient?
I don't remember when exactly bread ties became a thing. I seem to recall a time when you just rolled up the waxy paper bag after removing a slice of bread from a store bought loaf. And with four kids and bread served at every meal, I can't imagine that a loaf ever lasted more than one day anyway.
Now, I have to confess, it kind of bothers me that I can't remember the introduction of this modern convenience -- must be it was not a momentous occasion in my life. Still, they say the memory starts to go with age at some point. Personally, I attribute my sketchy memories of the past to a life long habit of inattention. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.