Day 17 - a letter to bread

Dear bread,

I have missed you so much. Warm toast in the morning with melted butter and a touch of cinnamon-sugar, whole grain English muffins with homemade jam, soft toasty bagels with layer upon later of cream cheese, steaming garlic basil bread with spaghetti and meatballs, freshly baked sourdough, and my beloved croissant sandwich- I long for each of you. My stomach rumbles at the thought of your crunchy exterior and warm center. I've been trying to pretend that everything is ok with you, and that you aren't the problem. But you are. It isn't working out, and this has been a long time coming. You are just too high in calories for me, and empty calories at that.

I hate to say it, but I think our relationship has come to an end.

Don't worry, we can still be friends. I'll wave at you from storefronts, and on special occasions, I might even have a bite or two - but it will never be the way it was, with us spending so much time together and enjoying every meal as a pair. It just can't.

And bread, it's not me - it's you. I just can't do it anymore.

I'll miss you.

Fondly,
me