Before you sit down with me grab a knife, something sharp. Bring your family and friends we have enough for all of them. Let me cut this representation of a timeless but still golden food. Gather seats around the table, wine and water in cups served like the Egyptian kings and slaves did before us. It’s exterior kissed by the heat of the oven which has an effect on the color. Starting off with the color of gold, like the sun to parts of the bread are black but still edible to eat where the taste is not taken away. Fingertips on it when force is put upon, the music of crunch crunch crunch to your ears. You will regret doing that when you leave the table with bread crumbs all over you. They say, the type of bread you like defines who you are. Is that true? Bread can go with so many things, so many cultures have their own interpretations of bread. With crusts like armor, protecting untold memories ready to be told at the dinner table. The inside reminding me of the stuffing of toy plushes, all cotton, soft like a bed. Exactly the feeling I get from the inside of bread. With the sip of water, the flour melts in my mouth. Depends on the bread of course, there is the bread used to make a peanut butter sandwich. Then the footlong loafs restaurants and fast food places use like Subway. In every part of bread there is a moment where we hold it in our hands while we open our mouths to enjoy. Whether enjoyed fresh from the oven or toasted to perfection, bread is a edible presentation of sharing. When walking to a park and seeing people throw crumbs for pigeons to enjoy. It is never anything else, it is always bread.
How can the creation of something so tasty be an accident. This world should be grateful for that Egyptian back in 6000 BC who left dough in the sun by accident. Bread comes in a spectrum of ways, the french version of bread called a baguette, a curve of soft air bags inside called a croissant, square blocks called white bread. Much more to name however the ending is the same. The flavor of being thankful, something about me eating bread is being thankful for what I have. People take advantage of this while homeless people around the world would die to enjoy it. Do you still have that knife I asked? I want to cut this baguette in half and share with you.
I like how you make comparisons to Egyptians way long before us.
Your writing is very descriptive and unique.
This is very engaging and inclusive. I liked how you brought it back to ancient times where Eygptians invented it. I also liked that you included the fact that bread is very versatile and many cultures and dishes use it.