Bread and the Obvious

If I were a billionaire, I would travel the world and go on a pied-a-terre shopping spree across all seven continents (yes even Antarctica. Because I could, bitches). Then, I would establish a foundation. The foundation would have two missions.

The foremost mission of the foundation would be to put an end to child soldiery. Because it is utterly inhumane, that's why. Especially because the practice almost always involves the demonic first step of kidnapping the soon-to-be child soldier, or the killing of his/her parents. Many times, it is both. So, you know, something to think about on this Monday afternoon, just in case your ship comes in before mine does.

Oh yeah...its second mission would be to provide definitive, scientific proof that a diet low in carbohydrates, instead of being part of a healthy lifestyle, actually causes some sort of dementia and/or bad skin and/or superfluous toe growth. Because I so desperately want it to be true.

I mean...I really like to bake and eat bread. However, because I am trying to avoid becoming the largest mammal ever, I can't do either as often as I would like. Which is like, everyday. Ah well...

Here's an example of my most recent baking exploits:

It's a boule!

It was good. A sometimes food homemade bread shall remain, but I can dream about living in a post carbo-phobic society, can't I?