Bread as Life

So my soda didnt age well. I mean bread, like, doesn’t age well like wine ages well, I know that, but this bad boy didn’t even really last a day. Soggy semi-dry buttermilk.So I return to the drawing board.When all along I know my bread, my food, my staff of life.

Chapatti! Roti! Praise the Lord!

Man, I love my mother’s chapattis.

Published by gurdeepmattu

I’m an author and publisher. I live and work in London and am the author of “Sons and Fascination” (2011, Paperbooks). It's available here:

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