Last week was our food unit so here's a real angsty poem about bread.
They say you can tell
a good loaf of bread
by its crust. You can feel
the crunch under your fingers
and you can almost taste
the bread, melting on your
tongue, maybe a slab of butter
warmed on some toast, golden
and delicious, maybe some honey
drizzled, made from bees
dining on orange blossoms,
infusing their work with a tinge of citrus.
You see, it used to be my world,
the smell of freshly baked bread
and the sweetness of chocolate
croissants and the delectable
dryness of scones and the
firmness of the crust of a good
loaf of french bread and the
softness of 36 count Costco
dinner rolls ‒ I would eat them
like candy, sneaking them late
into the night and savoring
their flavor. I wish I would
have savored longer.
For I have forgotten
the taste of them all.
i literally cried a little bit while writing this bc i miss real bread so much. fun fact: udi's gluten free bread just changed their recipe and it tastes so much like real bread i ate a whole loaf <3
edit : microsoft word capitalizes random words sometimes and i usually don't catch them until i've turned something in, thx word
