My husband has been out of town all weekend, and comes home late tonight. So other than the soup and the cookies, I really have not been in the kitchen much these last few days. My waistline has already expanded way more than what I am comfortable with, so there is no need to really cook up a storm when it is just me.
I can easily live off a few leftovers for a few days. So rather than extra calories, I will tempt you with some freshly “baked” words to savor instead. I am definitely a bread person, and could easily live on a delicious diet of nothing but bread and butter if I had to. In fact, that would be my diet of choice. Bread, after all, is the food of life.
Bread is always the warmest, kindest of words. Write it always with a capital letter, like your own name.
~ Russian Cafe Sign ~
Why has our poetry eschewed the rapture and response of food? What hymns are sung and praises said for the home-made miracle of bread?
~ Louis Untermeyer ~
The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.
~ D.H. Lawrence, from Sea & Sardinia ~
Man does not live by bread alone.
~ Moses ~
I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.
~ Jesus, John 6:35, New International Version of the Bible~