I have to admit that I had my ‘gluten intolerant’ moment. With bread/wheat as the culprit, I imagined that I was bloated and crampy. We have to blame social media for that hysteria which thankfully, got clarified by the experts but not before spawning a whole new restaurant menu sub-set that never fails to make you roll your eyes.

And now I’m back to my processed-food moment so bread rarely ever makes it to our pantry.

But facetiousness aside, I’ve never been a big bread-eater anyway. I don’t know if it’s changed but growing up in the Philippines, the quality of the bread wasn’t as good (and so were the cakes), and if it was there, I ate some but I wouldn’t even give it a second thought if it disappeared from the face of the earth.

I could count with the fingers of both my hands, the number of dishes where bread was necessary: 1) beef stew (which was one of our dad’s signature dishes); 2) pansit sotanghon (you made a pansit sandwich and used the thinnest, softest white bread); 3) spaghetti (before garlic bread became commercially available, we made our own slathered with Star margarine and dosed up with Italian seasoning); 4) Christmas ham (with cold slices of salty Majestic ham, mayo and tomatoes).

I had my usual grocery delivery yesterday and sourdough was on sale so I thought, why not?

The slices are too big for a conventional toaster so toasting is done on a pan with olive oil and butter. Two fried eggs, one sliced tomato and a whole lot of seasoning and breakfast is done (coz I need the energy).