It’s true. I’m a bread digger! I only married James because he was tall dark and handsome, (and I’d never dated that before), for his Polo rugby shirt, and because I’m a bread digger. Mind you I wasn’t a gold digger. He had no gold to dig for, but boy did he have bread! J started at GH shortly after we started dating and that was the clincher for me. I remember the first time I ate Great Harvest Honey Whole Wheat bread. It was this time of year, and we were having BLT’s for dinner. Oh heaven forbid! I ate 3 of them by myself. Does anyone remember that day? Mom, Hollie, Brothers? We didn’t even toast the bread. We ate it like it was candy, and I knew from that moment I must marry the boy who had baked that bread.
I call that my first Great Harvest moment. I’ve had a few. You know the kind. Like a lovely Fri. morning and I just happen to drop by the bakery as the Apple Crumble is coming out of the oven. I cut a huge slice and then slather it with peanut butter. Or how about coming into the bakery early and making a turkey sandwich on fresh Cranberry Orange! I love it! Actually, I am a complete bread snob. I don’t even bother with bread unless it is the perfect loaf, that smells just right, isn’t over baked, and reminds me of that first sandwich with homemade tomatoes. We had another bread moment Sunday for dinner. BLT’s with roasted chicken and avocados. The lettuce was out of my garden too. Meals like that just make me smile:)
So now you know. I’m a bread digger! I sleep with a baker that makes the best bread in this world, and I love his stinking guts! Mind you he has a few other great qualities too. He’s the man! I hope you have a Great Harvest Bread Co. somewhere close by and if not……well crap. You might as well bend over and kiss your bum goodbye. Or come to my house. I’ll make you the best BLT you’ve ever had and then maybe I’ll make a treat too:)