I have, in my home, at this moment, several loaves of bread from one friend’s bakery, a yummy ciabatta from my other friends’ bakery, and the remains of 2 dozen New York bagels.
I LOVE that my friends bring me gluten.
Years of baking completely gluten free has turned gluten into a sort of heroin for me.
Sometimes, I will treat myself to a fresh out of the oven baguette. I inhale almost all of it – pick pick pick. So then, when I start to gross myself out (but not enough to stop eating) I throw the rest of the loaf into the woodstove.
That way, I can honestly say that, no, I did not eat an entire loaf of bread.
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