The sign out the front of the shop said, "Freshly baked sourdough bread inside," as we walk past taking the dogs for a walk.
Yum! Freshly baked bread inside, I scampered in to get myself a loaf.
But, they only had white sourdough. (It wasn't a bakery, it just had bread on, I guess what you'd call, consignment, from a bakery in the northern suburbs)
"Do you have wholemeal or rye?" I asked. I guessed Spelt was probably a bakery too far.
"No, just white."
I considered it for a moment, but decided, at that point, I don't really like white bread any longer. It is interesting the things you learn about yourself, on a daily basis.
I don't like white bread, there you go. I won't buy white bread any longer. How about that? That is a fact about me I didn't fully realise before I enquired about their bread.
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