his Bread Changed My Life (and Possibly My Relationship)Kelliann
Let me set the scene. It was a humid Wildwood morning. The seagulls were screaming, my iced coffee was sweating, and I, foolishly, thought I was just driving by to pickup a “quick loaf.”
I was not prepared.
I took one bite of that sourdough and time stopped. Birds silenced. Waves paused. My soul left my body and my inner voice started whispering, “Is this...bread? Or a love letter from the gluten gods?”
The crust? A perfect golden armor. The inside? Soft, chewy, and slightly tangy like it went to Paris for a semester abroad and came back mysterious. I immediately clutched the loaf to my chest and whispered, “Mine.”
My boyfriend tried to tear off a piece, and, without hesitation, smacked his hand away. We haven’t spoken since. Worth it.
Cape May Dough, you’ve ruined me for all other breads. This wasn’t just a baked good. This was a moment.
Bravo Madds!