The bread was beautiful. Perfect. Flawless. Impeccable. Ideal. Mastered. Utopian. Immaculate. Honed. Polished. Optimal. Exact. Brilliant. Delicious. I simply had to proliferate, profitize, multiplicate, and manufacture more. She said she loved currants ~ So this time, a little allspice, a touch of honey, a handful of currants, and a whole lot more love… Another version…