Rubbery, not buttery

I unpacked my picnic lunch.



This table was splendid!  It was perfect in size and color!



What to start off with?



Croissants!  I found them to be a little rubbery and dense rather than buttery and flaky.



Then I had a couple of hot dogs.  They were kind of tough and chewy.  The fact that the buns were the same color as the hot dogs was a bit disconcerting.  But I ate them anyway.



Soon all I had left was a sole stiff slice of wheat bread.  I tried feeding it to a duck but the duck wouldn't eat it.  So I ate it  -- the bread, that is, not the duck.