My bread buying experience has taught two things: Buy the bread you’re likely to enjoy the taste of and buy it from a supermarket that has your bread of choice—I’ve learnt from experience that location and type mix together with precision every time, you can’t go for the first loaf or baguette to catch your eye, you’ve actually got to know the taste and texture before picking up a loaf of oddity.

Perfection is said to be a rare thing, but strangle that doesn’t apply to the world of bread. I’ve always had this luck of tracking down the bread that tastes great with all those extra experiences to do with texture. I can’t help but enjoy my food when the taste and texture combines into something quite delightful for my mind to play around with. Actually, the hunt for perfect bread is like a game—it’s all about the location and type you’re looking for. And that’s that part to be a game.

The experience of trying to remember anything is always annoying, because of how the mind seems to work: You want to remember, but your mind seems to intent on clouding that up, but that’s part of the experience for perfection—or close enough to it—you’ve got to earn that chance to taste great bread again. Also part of the problem comes from other people buying it, I never think to ask where and which it is. So I might be hindering myself from the lack of motivation to ask—even when I want more of it.

Thought of the Day: October 5th:

A week and a bit, is not a decent amount of time to do anything for college work and right now, my work involves just that: Get it in within this timeframe. I need to panic when that happens.