Make Your Bread and Eat It Too Contest #5
Until we move on April 23, we are going to highlight one item from our extensive collection de stuff each day on the blog. One lucky commenter will win the highlighted thing. I don’t mind shipping said thing to you, wherever you are. So, is this thing Trash? Or Treasure? You decide………Today’s item is a gift I gave MTM and subsequently couldn’t enjoy myself. Ha.
I adore bread. Its cushiony center and flaky crust spell rapture on a plate. Spread with a little salted butter. Dipped in fragrant olive oil. Toasted and heaped with roasted tomatoes or stinky cheese.
That’s one of the reasons I bought MTM Jim Lahey’s My Bread. It was one of those selfish gifts, a seemingly thoughtful something that would give and give and give back to my happy taste buds for the rest of our natural lives, until we gained so much weight from eating bread that we would explode and die.
It really is amazing bread.
And, I can’t eat bread anymore. Oh, I still do sometimes, because I miss it so much. Gluten-free bread tastes like rocks, and I’ve tried every single one I can find. The horror of that process left me to decide that, when I wanted bread, I would just have it and deal with the consequences.
That means I usually have it in a restaurant, because I can get a small portion that won’t aggravate me. Though sometimes when confronted with the spongy pillows of goodness, I fall off the wagon, eat the whole plate, and pay for it later.
I am weak and pathetic. I know this about myself.
That is why MTM CANNOT make this bread for me at home. I will smell it baking, rip it from the oven, devour the entire thing hot and dripping with butter, and spend the rest of the day in the bathroom suffering. Flagellating. Questioning my very sanity.
Save me from myself. One lucky commenter will win this never-used copy of Jim Lahey’s My Bread. COME AND GET IT!!!