The Loaf Will Set You Free

The Loaf Will Set You Free...

So Wednesday after making four Norwegian Cardamom Loaves. I wondered who the fourth loaf would go to. I knew just the three of us would knock off two loaves in two days easily. We are freshly baked bread monster eaters.

The third loaf I knew would go to one of my youngest's friend's family. However, the fourth loaf, I knew I had to give it away within thirty hours because it was so fresh and mostly organic that it would not be good past seventy-two hours.

So yesterday as I finished up a cool down walk after my run. I looked down our street as I saw a neighbor about 100 meters away walking up towards my home. I called out, "Hey! You eat Bread?!"

She responded back, "Huh?!" I replied, "Bread! Do you eat bread?!"

She was near 20 meters from me, "Well yeah. Im a Carbaholic." I replied, "Wait there. I got a fresh loaf I just made yesterday afternoon. Stay there. I'll be right back. I unlocked our front door. I scurried in, grabbed the pre-wrapped loaf, put it in a bag for her to carry, and hurried outside to her. I handed it to her, "Happy New Year. Hope you like it."

She was jaw-dropped, "This is so weird. Last night I dreamt about you. Then I woke up this morning and I said to myself, 'I could go for some homemade bread.' Jody, this is unbelievable. Wow." I replied, "That's hilarious."

Fast forward to today. She saw me again, "Jody that was good bread. Thank you." I replied, "So glad. That's cool."---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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