When I was a little kid, when my parents would leave me alone while they took a shower (er, and one was at work) or visited with the neighbors, I would steal bread from the kitchen. Not candy or ice cream, just bread.
Yeah, I’m fat. And I do love bread.
I love bread in almost all its forms. I used to love baking bread at home, before cwPartner had to give up gluten. Now it just seems unfair to him to bake those golden-crusted loaves of tasty, fragrant, toothy goodness.
I loves me some crusty whole grain bread. When I finally got my appetite back about 10 days after breaking my wrist, I ate a half a loaf of it, slaughtered with real butter.
Yes, I’ve been eating noting but French Toast (with thick-sliced locally-baked bread) for dinner for the last week now! I mentioned to a friend that I think it has to do with the approaching winter; I jsut want to hibernate and stuff myself with carbs.
I like bread and I like candy just fine. Kids, not so much. They’re a royal pain to cook properly.
No, it’s definitely rye; I actually like caraway. But, I don’t like rye breads, rye whiskey, or rye ales. So, I’m pretty certain I don’t like rye. 
I love bread. I could eat it morning, noon, and night, and sometimes do…
San Diego has a famous bakery up in the mountains called Dudley’s. It used to be in the middle of nowhere, but it’s become such a popular stopping off point on the way to Julian or into the desert that a little town has grown up around it. Their date nut raisin bread fresh out of the oven is better than candy could even dream of being.
Carboholic reporting for duty. I can polish off an entire loaf of bread in a single sitting.
I can remember as a child wondering why getting only bread and water was considered a punishment - it sounded like heaven to me…
Grim
(Until I realised that the bread was not likely to be fresh, nor the water)
I could live off of bread & butter, cheese, and chicken-based soup. Especially if the chicken-based soup had a lot of celery in it. Of course, that isn’t exactly the healthiest thing ever…
My son LOUNE is practically a breadertarian. He does not eat meat. When we took him to restaurants when he was growing up, he judged them by how good the bread was. He liked Italian restaurants.
I think my love of bread is genetic. My Dad told me when he was a kid and his Mom would send him to the baker for rye bread, she would give him money for two because he would always eat one on the way home.