As Hanukkah nears its end, allow me to offer a toast:
Because that, my friends, is a bread menorah.
Now, rather than butter you up with rye remarks about how this baker kneads the dough, I'll just say this: she certainly knows how to get a rise out of her customers.
(I know, I know; these puns are crumby. BUT I'M ON A ROLL.)
Happy Haunkkals, y'all.
Thanks to Troy S. & Rebecca H. for putting the "men" in "menorah."