I love bread. Bread in America IS NOT quality bread. In fact, I think its a kind of poison. Bread in Europe is different…as the kids say, it “hits” different. Also, lets not forget about the amazing flat breads from Pakistan, India, Afghanistan…”naan”—these are the things of dreams
She loved the smell of baking bread. Maybe it didn’t always turn out so well, sometimes too doughy on the inside or dry, but when it was still in the oven, it was like Schrodinger’s cat – both delicious and not delicious, and she could bask in the smell.
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Ember only wants the butter, slathered across her finger. She drops the bread to the floor, where no puppies wait to claim it. It lies there, greasing the kitchen floor and she smiles.
I love bread. Bread in America IS NOT quality bread. In fact, I think its a kind of poison. Bread in Europe is different…as the kids say, it “hits” different. Also, lets not forget about the amazing flat breads from Pakistan, India, Afghanistan…”naan”—these are the things of dreams
Bread swells in the oven, crust crunchy, inside stretchy, caverns for butter to slide into. Warmth of humanity passed through the ages.
She loved the smell of baking bread. Maybe it didn’t always turn out so well, sometimes too doughy on the inside or dry, but when it was still in the oven, it was like Schrodinger’s cat – both delicious and not delicious, and she could bask in the smell.
Ember only wants the butter, slathered across her finger. She drops the bread to the floor, where no puppies wait to claim it. It lies there, greasing the kitchen floor and she smiles.