There are moments when I do miss gluten.
We waited in a long line yesterday at the french bakery to get breakfast for my mother’s birthday.
Worth the wait, my family said, afterwards.
This morning we have passed the computer around, looking at the photo below and laughing at the creepiness of having someone’s head reflected on a loaf of bread so perfectly.
And if it not a reflection, it is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.