Talking dirty to carbs...

Dear Manna from heaven,

Warm, delicious, flaky, doughy goodness that you are...

I miss you baby. My darling bread, it's been far too long. I've tried to stop thinking about you....really I have. But I can't get you out of my mind! Rye, Wheat, Sourdough, Ciabatta, Flat bread....I'm talking dirty now!! What I wouldn't give for a french baguette and a tub of butter. I'd slather you up like its nobody's business. Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln I would mess. you. up....that's the truth.

{Mmmmm....come to mama...}

And while we're at it, let's heat things up and bring your friend Cheese along. It's been a while since dairy and I have been together, but I've been known to throw back a couple of grilled cheese in my day....now we're really talking. Don't be scared. I'll take reeeeeal good care of you. Even the crust...I love it all. Nothing says 'I love you' like melted cheese on a slice of heavenly carb goodness...and baby, I Loooooove you. With a capital L.

{Nom nom nom...}

Don't look at me like that....I've tried to walk away from you! But you're there every time I turn around....tempting me. Calling me from the pantry. Taunting me with that delicious aroma!! I've tried to forget about you, distracting myself with steamy vegetable affairs and sweet fruit lovin'. It's just not the same...I just want you to know how much I miss you. Those rice and potatoes mean nothing to me! Just remember that. I'll never find another love like you....

With all my love...

My stomach

*bread pic borrowed from living in peru & grilled cheese from sodahead