I went to Seattle to visit my sister and her husband "B". (Funny -everyone is a "B")
Anyway, she called me a food snob.
Which might not be completely unexpected thing to become if you live in Frantasyland.
And she says it like it is a bad thing.
So here is my bread snobism of the day
|Pavé Tradition: Traditional paving stone|
You can't imagine the smell. Well, maybe you can. Did you have a breadmaker in your house when you were young? Do you remember that smell?
We have all those bakeries around us. The smell is awesome.
And, since I don't plan around the bakers, I feel like I win the jackpot if I happen to hit the boulangerie at the right time of day to get bread just out of the oven.
Tradition is my favorite. They won't slice it for you if it is warm, soo you have to rip off the end.
Because you can't just leave warm bread alone.