I like a bit of Sourdough. Quite fond of a Baguette. Quite fond of bread full stop really.
But I’ve had a massive craving for a plain, white, sliced loaf lately. Must be a nostalgia thing. Or the male menopause, who knows. I’ve just had two rounds of hot toast with proper butter on them. Bit bloody blissful that.
It’s also good to remember when you’re trying to get back into the habit of writing…that each and every post does not have to be witty and/or insightful.
Could just be about how bloody good hot buttered toast is.