You take a bite of the middle loaf, which tastes like mould, and you spit it out on the floor.
You swear you hear a brief cackle from the phesant, but it appears to be still, and you write it off as just the house being creaky.
You also notice a sink near the cutting board. It would be nice to have the taste out of your mouth, though you feel a sense of foreboding about keeping your back to the door so long.

You can:
use the sink,
try the dark loaf on the left,
try the loaf on the right,
or to ignore your hunger and go back the way you came.