With due apologies to Forrest Gump and his mother, I herein present my case:
There is something so humbly appealing about this piece of food that it never ceases to surprise me.
Consider this: a plain looking, almost yellowed loaf, cut neatly into slices (so you can enjoy it's wholesomeness bit by bite) with a crumbly flaky browned crust, caressing the plain surface, dotted- right in the middle of the warm, all encompassing sweet smelling surface with tiny little figs and currants.
Best eaten with generous sheets of plain butter, the saltiness of butter makes an enviable companion to the naturally effusive slight sweetness of the bread.
The deep figs and emerald currants are like surprises which you didn't really expect and are chanced upon with happiness, filling your mouth with amazing sweetness a shade higher than the present flavour of the bread.
As you devour piece by piece, this wonderful creation of bakers, you cannot help but draw a parallel to life: isn't our life like fruit bread? It seems plain but the figs and currants are God's sweet surprises that He springs upon us, filling our life with unexpected sweetness!
2 comments:
Never seen a piece of writing with such reverence for food. I like!
Urmi: thanks! We seek analogies in things that comfort us :)
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