Just Add Bread

I got a package in the mail today that was delicious in every sense of the word. I've mentioned (4 times? 17? Enough?) that I read Shauna Niequiest's book, Bittersweet, a few weeks ago. I passed it on to my mother during our visit this month, because she's a reader and a kindred spirit.

Mom returned it in style:

Insert masterfully baked Panera baguette here.  Crumbs are of no consequence.  Please pass the bread.

I will tear it off and eat it by the hunk.  BREAAADDDD.

"Knees or Buns - one of my favorite chapters.

There was so much of this book that revolved around food - it inspired me to send you the olive oil and balsamic vinegar.  I know you'll like it and will shut your eyes and let the flavors roll around."

I'm thankful for Shauna's writing for a hundred reasons, not the least of which is an evening in the near future on which I will entertain friends and eat lots and lots of bread.

Thanks Mom, Shauna, le boulanger!

(I'm trying to decide who to share the book with next.  Hmm, someone likely to return it with chocolate...)