Please make me some toast of a bit of brioche, or a pizza of Indian naan.
Maybe a taftan, a nice rye or baguette schmeered with some mustard, on a deep fried croquette.
Perhaps some nut butter with raisins and apples on a nice piece of challah, or you’d prefer maybe scrapple?
You could use some kraut, and some sausage with beer.
You could really enjoy it with a slice of paneer.
No matter the filling it don’t really matter as long as there’s bread on my platter to shlather!
Recording Life Under the radar 
You are a BRILLIANT POETESS, dear Zoe!!!! And…I’ll have some of everything, Please!!! BIG bread Fan, here!!
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My poetry is right up there with…there once was a man from Nantucket… Limerick is my muse.
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I call you Brilliant–Frank and Stella agree, hands down!
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I almost went with Baby Imma want you!! And this was the hardest word yet!!!
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Really? Huh… Re hardest yet… Baby Imma Want You… Oh boy!
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Yum! It’s something about our family, we all love bread.
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Mine too!
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I made a Costco employee laugh the other day when I told him I was addicted to naan. He wasn’t sure he heard me correctly. “Did you say you’re addicted to this?” Yep. I have a serious naan problem. 🙂
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I can totally understand that addiction!
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Delightfully fun to read, and now you have me thinking bread thoughts too! There is no better smell in the house than bread baking in the oven (unless it’s fudge cooking on the stove)!! 🙂 Please don’t send my farmhouse ghosts to the kitchen again next week! LOL
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Next week is pastrami!!! Lol!!!
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You’ve included just about every type of bread. This is a fun read. I love that last line.
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Thanks!
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