It's official. I have not had a piece of bread in 170 days.
(The piece of bread I ate to soak up the vodka in Vegas doesn't count..since I don't remember that night at all!)
I miss it. I miss the grains, and the flour, and the soft yummy goodness that a good piece of bread brings.
In my fantasy I would live in a house made of focaccia and eat my way out of it.
Right now, I would parade up and down Ventura Boulevard without my shirt for a good piece of Challah!
At this moment, if I had to choose between Obama, McCain, or seven grain...I choose seven grain.
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