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There is a glowing sense of sunlight with each bite of bread, as if the golden light that bathed the wheat is lighting up my core.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 25, 2020.
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Golden bread appeared to have bloomed right there on the counter, its aroma conjuring the warmest of smiles.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 25, 2020.
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The bread had held onto the heat of its birth and had a springy softness.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 25, 2020.
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Momma's bread warms my eyes with the golden hue of summer wheat.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 25, 2020.
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The bread had a crunch to the crust that brought so many good memories, and the crumb was that wholesome taste of rustic grain. In that moment of flavour I heard my grandmother's voice; I heard how she spoke, as if each word contained a spoon of love and laughter. Perhaps that's why we call such food "hearty," because it is made with such heart.