My sister Kristen was recently visiting from Colorado. She set a goal for herself this year, to not buy a loaf of bread all year. Sidenote: why can’t I think of awesome goals like this? Instead of things like: try not to let ass get fatter??
Anyhoodle, on her last day at my house she decided to make me some bread and rock my world.
I took one bite and my eyes rolled back in my head.
It tastes like a cinnamon roll and raisin bread had a baby! A delicious baby. That you want to eat 78 times a day. And then have it for dessert too.
She left me with two loaves and I’ve pretty much eaten my way into a carb coma. I even considered taking the bread to work with me, so no one else could eat it! I almost did! Crazy, right?
Dont worry your pretty little heads! I didn’t take a loaf of bread to work with me!
I hid it instead.
Smart Mouth 