This morning in the café when contemplating my favourite breakfast (bread roll and croissant, butter, jam, sausage slices, cheese) I noticed that the way I sniffed the croissant in anticipation bordered on the erotic.
Yesterday at dinner the high point was the pizza bread, warm, crisp, and with a bowl of tomato soup to dip in.
Sometimes at lunchtime I skip warm lunch and eat a second breakfast instead. Tomorrow when I breakfast in a bakery I’ll walk along the counter beforehand and ogle the loaves and bread rolls. I look forward to the smell tomorrow morning.
Sweets and confectionery I can take or leave. Bread I’ll take.
Last week I bought a loaf of crusty, hearth-baked sourdough at Trader Joe’s. I’ve relished the sour, holey goodness in a multitude of ways: smeared with butter and shoved into my pie hole, turkey sandwich, toasted with peanut butter, buttered and fried up with eggs–I still have a couple of slices left for garlic toast.
Bread is the number one reason why I have to haul my ass up and down the hills of my neighborhood for a daily two-mile walk.
Love good locally made breads. We often have ciabatta rolls in the morning, making a sandwich of scrambled eggs and bacon. Fresh croisants are only two blocks away, including almond and chocolate. I also only use local bread in my turkey stuffing.
Not me so much, but I swear my husband would live on bread and cheese if he could. I plan my shopping around going to one of the stores that carries the kinds of bread he likes best.
I never loved sweets as a child, and I’ve always done my best (even as a child) to avoid other children, so I don’t know how children love candy.
I, however, am a big fan of good bread. Wonder bread? No thanks, I’ll pass all together. Trader Joe’s/Whole Foods/fresh baked bread… I’ll be in my bunk.
Yeah. I liked candy right up until I got pregnant… now there are a lot of things that seem too, too sweet, including most candy. Bread on the other hand is the awesomest thing ever.
Last year I finally got a chance to go to a high-end local restaurant famous for its incredible food. I’ve wanted to eat there for 45 years. The food was great…really good. But I can’t remember what I had. I do, however, remember the bread. The smell, the texture, the flavor…I want to go back there and eat nothing but the bread. I would be so happy.
Bread only really gets me going when it’s still fresh and hot from the oven. Something with an extra firm crust and a tender interior that can really soak up the apple butter that I will inevitably smear on it.
Yes to all breads. Home baked or boughten. Even white bread has a place in the bread world, namely, to hold a slice of bologna spread with mayonnaise, best consumed at 2 a.m. I could live on crusty bread and salad. I did the South Beach diet years ago and lost weight, but I sure missed bread.
The rye itself, or is it the caraway that’s added to 99+% of all rye bread? I hate caraway.
I’m a confirmed carboholic; second only to sugar itself is white bread. I gain weight like a prize hog on bread, rolls and pizza. It’s only when I give up white bread in all it’s delicious forms that I turn to lesser sources of carbs like oatmeal and corn tortillas; I never even look at them when I’m eating bread.
Bread is why I took up baking. I manage to avoid being the size of Montana through a four-year plan that involves having babies and nursing them. It gets rid of an extra 1000 calories a day.
Naan, foccacia, sourdough, fresh wheat tortillas, white french bread, chocolate cinnamon buns, Danish pastry, rosemary whole wheat…
