This is pure evil. Evil Evil Bread.
It seduced my judgement in the Big Y yesterday. And then it abducted my willpower.
I bought it. And its doubly evil cousin, Rosemary and Olive Oil Tuscan Boule.
It cast its voodoo intoxication over my addled brain all night. Like the Sirens calling from afar, I heard its bag crinkle and crumbs….crumble, all night. Keeping me hostage and sleep deprived, it smiled maliciously at me this morning.
So I did the only sane thing one could do in the circumstances.
I ate it.
Someone help me………please?