“Sometimes hunger has to be fed with love.”
My guy said this to me once, not realizing the impact it would have on my thoughts. With me, this is a regular occurrence.
Hunger and the yearning for love; are they really all that different from each other? Or are they really just the same thing, but with different imagery attached to each?
Have you had any really “good” bread lately? The kind of bread with a crust that has just the right amount of crunch, the inside just the right amount of chewiness. The kind of bread with a rich, tangy aroma when you break it open. The kind of bread that sings when you slather it with butter. Ah, heaven.
So many people will never know what real bread is, have never sunk their teeth into a chunk of warm, chewy, dense bread freshly made by a pair of human hands.