An acrostic poem dedicated to Dave's Killer Bread.

Delightfully textured,
And so
Very satifisfying when
Eaten in the
Stillness of the morning.

Kept next to my toaster oven for
Immediate access....don't want to have to go
Looking for it when the craving
Looms!
Empty bags are a source of
Remorse...but mostly abject despair.

Bread?  It's just bread, he says. His failure to
Recognize the magical
Earthiness and intoxicating
Aromas just mean that, without a
Doubt, I always get the last piece.