Post
Experience Project iOS Android Apps | Download EP for your Mobile Device

Carbs, Carbs, Wonderful Carbs

How I love thee. Filling, satisfying, suiting my craving belly whenever it may squeal, "Empty!".

Oh, how I love thee, slathered in butter, even strawberry jam. Melted oils simmering in your cracks, wafting delicious odors through jealous air to my questing nostrils.

I love thy every morph: sliced, toasted, focaccia, pancetta, braided, twisted, rolls, sticks, buns, hot, cold, fresh, stale, crumbs. I'll even eat thy mangled form after being squished into a peculiar pea-pod shape by the mischievous fist of a young charge.

How I cherish your inner variety: french, wheat, oat, sesame, white, pumpernickel, rye, sourdough, corn... Your expressive and accomodating self-perception is my inspiration, breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snack. And the tiny hours in between.

Bread, I do love thee, and though you love not my thighs & posterior, we always reach the happy medium and come to understand one another once again. Bread, I wish that you shall never leave me cold and empty in this grueling world. I do love thee.
Yknot Yknot 22-25, F 1 Response Feb 10, 2008

Your Response

Cancel

OMG, you're talking my language, this life is meaningless, tasteless without bread. The smell, OMG, makes so high, GIVE ME BREAD OR GIVE DEATH. I will survive eternity on bread only.<br />
bread, soup and salad, that's heaven to me.<br />
bread and coke, it's not a joke,<br />
bread and tea how I love thee,<br />
bread and coffee mixed with toffee,<br />
bread and milk go down smoother than silk.<br />
I can go on and on and on, bread is life.<br />
<br />
bread and salad