Bread as Life
So my soda didnt age well. I mean bread, like, doesn’t age well like wine ages well, I know that, but this bad boy didn’t even really last a day. Soggy semi-dry buttermilk.So I return to the drawing board.When all along I know my bread, my food, my staff of life.
Chapatti! Roti! Praise the Lord!
Man, I love my mother’s chapattis.