One of the great injustices of the world — and proof if proof were needed that there either is no God, or if there is, he's an arse — is the fact that bread makes you fat.
Bread is great. I love bread. Well, specifically, I love white bread, which is the one that especially makes you fat, but as with most things in this life that make you fat, it's the one that tastes the most delicious.
One of my favourite things to eat is just white bread, either toasted or untoasted, with just a bit of margarine (or butter if I'm feeling extravagant and/or can be bothered to get the damn stuff into a spreadable condition) — nothing else. I remember a common jokey "threat" when I was little being "if you don't eat [x], you can live on bread and water". You know what? I think I probably would have been okay with that.
Well, water is kind of dull so I might have attempted to negotiate to have milk instead of water, because the only thing I love as much (possibly more than) bread is milk. But milk also makes you fat, because of course it does, so in fact it appears that living on a diet of nothing but bread and milk would actually end up making you look like you were rather more well-fed than you actually were.
Everything in moderation and all that. But damn, I frigging love bread.
This has been your less-than-deep late night Saturday evening thoughts. Good night!
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