A Rambling Ode To Bread

I Get Around To It Eventually…

Behold my Ode to Bread, a testament to my love of bread, my worship of bread — but only the chewy kinds, the stuff requiring two incisors to gnaw off a bite and all your molars to grind, giving your jaws purpose again now that we no longer use them to rend dead animals as we did before the role of butcher was assigned to certain people, not just anyone hungry enough to take down a gazelle.