Yes, I know what you must be thinking. But it’s kind of a funny story. I have this thing about bread. It’s like Christmas when I see freshly baked bread. I feel like a little child in a candy store. I really go gaga over bread. The smell alone sets me over the moon. I can’t explain. One day my sisters and I were walking at the slow market and there was freshly baked bread. I could feel the excitement building up. And my sisters were walking so slowly . . . I just wanted to get to the bread! My youngest sister gave me one look, and said, “You’re such a bread slut.” I was smiling from ear to ear. The whole world can come to a stand still while I enjoy my bread. There is nothing as sexy as freshly baked bread. I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care what kind of bread. I love all kinds. I mean artisan bread, not that processed stuff you buy in the shops. Imagine a piece of freshly baked ciabatta bread (that’s my favourite of course). And put some butter on it. As you ...