It's All About the Bread

My name is Josh and I'm a carboholic. 

(Hi Josh)

I could eat bread for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Cereal multiple times per day is rarely out of the question.  Give me a good loaf of bread and I could live off of it (generally toasted, with butter and occasionally with garlic or cinnamon for variety) for a few days.  Bagels: yummy.  A good burger just isn't right without an equally good bun.  Pizza.  My crusty, cheesy, zesty friend.  And then there are the cookies and cakes of the world, which are just begging to be eaten. 

But I've gone without bread for two days now.  Passover cruely forces us apart for a little over a week every year around this time, and the separation never gets any easier as the years pass.  The cravings start slowly, with the longing for a bowl of cereal for breakfast.  But by the end of the holiday, much of my mental capacity is taken up by wishes for french toast, a big sandwich, deep dish pizza, garlic bread....I should stop before I make myself hungrier.  Clearly, bread and I have a relationship that will last despite those that try to keep us apart.  There's a true love there, but it might be a bit all consuming.  I don't want to break up, but perhaps we should just be friends.

Now I need to go break the same news to cheese...