“One year, in hopes of losing weight, I gave up bread. I waved it off at restaurants, didn’t buy it. I ordered my burgers and egg salad like an old man: on a plate of lettuce, with a pickle, maybe. I lost weight, but it wasn’t worth it. You give up bread and you figure you’ll miss toast, or the crust of a baguette, or pumpernickle seeds. But what you miss is Sun-warm tomatoes between bread. Blood-red slices of roast beef. Paper-thin layers of white onions. Marmalade. The knife-curl of peanut butter. The weight of a tuna salad. None of these works particularly on its own on a plate. They demand bread.”
... Tom Chiarella, Esquire
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