it’s 3AM, you got some butt ends of the bread loaf left, you toast those suckers up a lil extra toasty, slather with butter, sprinkle with garlic salt, onion powder, msg if you got it, a lil regular salt, eat and go back to bed with every flavor receptor satisfied
ideally: sourdough, sliced, dipped in seasoned olive oil (cracked black pepper, flaky salt, red pepper flakes, lemon juice or zest, and balsamic vinegar). i find it most satiating when the bread is firm and the crust crisp. i am also quite partial to a slice of sourdough paired with a thick slab of salted butter and a square of dark chocolate (80% cacao or higher). to my palate, it’s of utmost import that the bread be room temperature, as the solidity of the butter is the part i love best, and it would surely melt otherwise.
as we all (pi fyi users) know, being into shit is cool.
i’ve been thinking about how in the early days of facebook rather than liking pages you would “become a fan” of them and i just love that verbage. so sweet and precious
