If the title of this post made you think I am going to talk about prayers, spirituality and the like, let me assure you it isn’t the case.
Ever since I have started eating solid food, bread has been my all time favorite. The white, sliced, sandwich bread in particular. I enjoy eating bread in any and almost every form. The time of the day is needless to say immaterial and the accompanying food item or beverage at most times totally unnecessary.
Let me share a little secret with you. I have a very strongly developed sense of smell. By strong I mean almost second to a dog or a shark. With a baby around, this strong sense of smell is a curse (well, I’ll spare you more details on that cause it is a food post). OK so with a very strong sense of smell, the aroma of my favorite foods holds a special place in the life of a food lover like me.
Very few fragrances in the world can match (but cannot surpass) the kind of emotions a freshly baked and toasted bread raises in my mind. Be it any form of bread to go with any form of butter (salted, unsalted, garlic or any other), jam or cheese, I’ll eat it heartily only cause the core ingredient in all of them is a bread.
Over the years, during my stay overseas, I had not only fallen in love with the loaf tins but also mastered the art of bread baking. Though I don’t do it now, but still the aroma of a freshly roasted chicken with a freshly baked bread with a generous dollop of butter slowly melting over it, tantalizes my senses just the same way as the magic of first love feels for a teenage heart.
I have no apprehension in labeling myself a bread fanatic. While I was overseas, whenever I had to dine outside home (for home food was 60% times Indian) I made it a point to include bread in one form or the other. I am very fond of dinner rolls. In most of the cities that I have lived, dinner rolls with fresh butter and baked vegetables have been part of complimentary food offered by all restaurants. Keeping myself from filling my stomach with these hot and irresistible dinner rolls, is something I literally had to battle out. For this very reason, visit to a bakery is like visiting heaven.
During my pregnancy, there were hardly any foods I could keep from throwing up within an hour. The worst form of morning sickness and extreme acidity following regular infusions left me with literally no choice of foods to eat let alone the idea of picking foods based on their nutritional value. At this time, my favorite food came for rescue. I used to eat bread slices with cheese and anything that I could keep in my system without a throw-up.
My relationship with bread has only grown with time. No wonder, I wrote this saga of my love affair with breads on the day of love, Valentine’s Day initiated after a yummy snack of a cheese sandwich.
The song on my mind: