I have an 'aunty' neighbour whose gastronomic preferences I personally find questionable. Perhaps I have just not learnt to appreciate food her way yet.
Yesterday however, she gave my mom a delightfully exquisite loaf of whole grain bread. The texture was like nothing I had before, crumbs fall freely with every bite, giving little indication of its softness. The bread turns to mush in the mouth, allowing the toasted wholegrain to be briefly tasted before they both mix together into cereal pleasure. Beautiful.
So beautiful, that I think I over-ate even by my standards. I think I shall go jogging/ swimming tomorrow extra long to compensate.
With bread like this, I strongly think that it should only be eaten plain or with good margarine . . . maybe a glass of milk.
(Taste improve with good company)
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