I consider myself a bit of a connoisseur and I can safely say today's breakfast might just be the best ever.
I believe I once talked about a time where my dad made me a sandwich in 8th grade for lunch - tuna on homemade bread - and my lunch and my brother's got mixed up. I saved his - his threw mine away and I'm still not quite over it.
It was going to be a fantastic sandwich. I just knew it.
Now that I've made this bread - I might be able to put it behind me. Maybe I can recreate that sandwich for myself.
It's a good thing to work through past traumas don't you think?