Bread

Bread. I love bread, and when I say that, I really mean it. Not in the way you love a show or a new pair of shoes. I really love bread. Bread is so versatile. Without bread, what would you do? Make pizza? Out of the question. Without bread, pizza is nothing, just a sad sauce with not enough substance to be considered a dish. What will you have for lunch? A sandwich? I’m sorry, but you're out of luck. With bread the possibilities are endless: butter it, make a sandwich and if you add the element of heat, toast. You can put butter on toast too, peanut butter, jam, whatever really, you can't go wrong with toast. Bread’s even better fresh. When you bake a loaf of bread and take it out of the oven, the smell floats through the room; it feels like a warm, soft and comforting hug. Bread is comforting, it's reliable, I trust bread, like a good friend.

 I love bread, so why shouldn't everyone? However some people don’t like bread. “It's a lot of carbs they say'', as I toil with anger. How dare you, I think, how dare you insult this beautiful amalgamation of flour, water, yeast and love. But after a bit my anger starts to dissipate. I start to feel sorry for them. They are depriving themselves of this joy, this beautiful and tasty thing. Why? Do you have something against it? Did the bread do something to them? But the bread never did anything. Carbs create fat, and we’re told that when we eat them, we get uglier, every bite we take makes us more and more repulsive. Why are we told this? I’m not sure, but I don't like it. This love I have for bread, this relationship I have held onto for my entire life, I feel it slipping away. I won't give up on it though. Bread’s important to me, Just like my hobbies, my passions and the stories I tell. I wouldn't give up on skiing or playing piano, just because someone on the internet said I look dumb when I do it. Bread is a part of my life, and I don’t want that to change, ever.