Bread love

Bread is on my mind. Literally, as you can see. A local garage on the A20 just outside of West Malling, has upgraded its grocery section into a full blown 'buy-everything-you-could-possibly-want-while-filling-up-the-car-or-even-not-filling-up-the-car' Spar. Spar with bells and whistles: delicatessen, butchery counter selling local meats, flavoured olive oils you can buy in exquisite long necked glass bottles. And oven baked bread. And they are the best French baguettes we've tasted since we left France nearly three years ago.

There is no photo of the baguette Tony bought yesterday. There isn't even a photo of the crumbs. They are that good.

Hungry Writing Prompt
Write about crumbs, what's left when what you once had, is gone.

One I bought earlier
Some of you may know the Billy Collins' poem called 'Litany' that springboards off lines written by Belgian poet, Jacques Crickillon...

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...

...then dives into a list of things the poet and his companion are and aren't. It is vibrant and funny and, with the last phrase, full of love. At least that's how I interpret it.

You can listen to Billy Collins reading 'Litany' on YouTube. And then, of course, spend the rest of your afternoon linking to other Billy Collins videos. He's addictive.

In between your Billy Collins fixes check out this three year old poetry fan's recitation of 'Litany' too. Yes, he's three. I couldn't even recite the alphabet when I was three!