Saturday morning surprise

I am a creature of habit and habitual comforts. Never more so than at lunchtime. I’m also a big fan of breakfast, it’s true, and I couldn’t really care less about dinner most of the time. But lunch is where the routine kicks in. I could happily eat the same…

…could you find a city made from biscuits. Right about now I could eat a packet or two of custard creams.

Mrs Elbeno brought back a new bread variant from the local supermarket today. Filone Italiano. Crust: “hearty”. Well, it wasn’t bad. Although it was not particularly crusty. A victim of marketing hype. But still very edible. Interior: “full-bodied” and “tangy”. Whatever that means. It was very soft. Very soft. Yet…