Death By Bread. What a Way to Go

It started innocently enough.  I was shopping at Whole Foods, an upscale grocery chain that specializes in organic kumquats, exotic juices and a salad bar that doesn’t seem to end.

Strolling through produce, I picked out some berries.  Next, I selected a small wedge of cheese and then a container of the prepared mixed veggies that I so love.  Breezing past the bakery, I almost made it to the checker without stopping. 

That’s when I smelled it.

Bread.

Not just any bread.  This lofty, artisan loaf had its own name, “Ancient Grain.”  Made with twelve grains & seeds, very possibly by Trappist monks who live in the back of the bakery section, it was being sampled still warm from the oven.

With butter.

I buttered up and tasted.  It. Was. Incredible.  Inside my head, a bread symphony was playing and all I could hear was music and my accompanying chewing chorus.

Usually, I don’t buy bread.  From experience, I know bread can lead to dangerous food decisions that often involve red wine and napping during the middle of the day. 

I never reach that “I’ve had enough” threshold with bread.  I can just keep going and then I want even more.  Great bread is like the crack of the carbohydrate food group.  There are simply no good outcomes when it comes to bread.

Even so, I wanted it.

With an innocent look on my face, I took a third sample.

It was beyond delicious.  It was made with great ingredients.  It was on sale.

Snatching up a loaf, I knew I had sealed my fate for the next few days.  I was going on a bread binge and it wouldn’t be pretty.

As soon as I arrived home, I started slicing, buttering, eating.  Then, I sliced, toasted and topped.  There were crumbs and seeds everywhere.  It was glorious.  Then, all too soon, it was gone.  Of course, I want more and I shall have it.

Yes, this bread may indeed be the death of me.  However, at least I’ll go with a smile on my lips, a butter knife in my hand and a bread symphony playing in my head. 

Oh, and I’ll be clutching the remnants of a loaf of Ancient Grain.  I want to be buried with the bread.