Sunday, 6 July 2008

The bread of life soon toasts you

Once I baked bread, as a hippy happy boy-man with Red flag dreams. Then bread was farm milled flour, mountain water, free range yeast and oak board pounding. For factory bread was capitalist mass trickery. The fall came with Polish Jewish Double Rye and baguettes with dusted flour. Now I buy bread, a hippy happy man-boy with Red flag dreams.