You enter the room. It appears to be some kind of pantry or low-scale butchery. Several animal carcasses hang from hooks, including a particularly plump pheasant - definitely not edible without cleaning and cooking.
There are three loaves of slightly-moldy bread on a relatively clean wooden cutting board. A sink rests nearby, and trying the taps, nothing strange happens.
By the light of your candle, you notice a small ice box in the right corner of the room.
There is nothing else out of place or foreboding about the room.

You feel a bit peckish. Your choices are:

the clearly moldy loaf on the left,
the somewhat moldy loaf in the centre,
the least moldy loaf on the right,
and the icebox in the corner.