I have a confession to make.  I’m in a torrid love affair with bread.  I’ve tried to break if off, god knows I’ve tried.  But I just can’t excise that deep connection in my soul with warm bread and melting butter.  I lick my fingers just thinking about it.

My husband understands.  He’s very progressive.  In fact he encourages it.  He visited the object of my passion this morning.

That’s right, he went to the Breadsmith in Lakewood, a community that takes a little work to drive to from our neighborhood.  But he was happy to do it….for me.

Their breads are scandalously scrumptious.

He brought 13 loaves of the  forbidden fruit home today to our lair.  Carb police be damned.  We’re having a party tonight…….but, shhhhhh, don’t tell anyone.