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haha, you should ask my friend M. what my favourite type of bread is. Ha ha. Wait, you're a teenager, right? No you shouldn't. But it's sourdough as well.

garlic ciabatta, yum yum.

I'm almost a teenager.

well, you're too young to hear my bread story that my friend M. still brings up every time we speak. It contains mature content. It's about tax law.

I don't care. I can handle it.

trying to pick a favorite bread only reminds me what a laughable failure i'd be at the atkins diet.

Then think of it as a favorite bread for a hamburger bun or something like that.

It all started one night while I was looking over my RRSP portfolio. I noticed that my T-103's were adjacent to my SD-44's. What delicious irony.
Speaking of delicious, how about a sandwich?

crusty malted granary

Actually, it's sort of a nice story compared to a lot of the naughty-esque stories on ILX. Basically, it's about a man and woman who love (or at least they did then--this was 1996, a long time ago, but I'd like to think that she still...uh, anyway, bread) each other very much, but in the stress of preparing for a big reception/press conference have let the pressure come between them. It's a warm but drizzly morning in their small mountainside town, and they decide to take a breather by walking down to the bakery to pick-up the fresh loaf of sourdough they were planning on using for serving bowl for the dip at the event they were co-ordinating (this sort of bread as bowl thing was all the rage in '96).
So on their way back, with the glorious smell of freshly baked sourdough all around them, they decide to take a short cut through the woods. Under the cover of the trees, they partake in some ad hoc stress relief.
A few years later, the male member of the pair writes quite eloquently to his friend M. about it, "To this day, the smell of fresh sourdough and morning rain still..."
M. brings it up for the next five years.

Sourdough makes an excellent bowl for clam chowder.

HEHE