a pretension of hand-kibbled wheat...

...massaged with organic yeasts, a confusion of acacia honey and maldon sea salt and freshly drawn well water, matured above an entanglement of drying clothes, oven-baked and rack-cooled, hand-parted with a stone-sharpened knife, caressed by softly-churned milk extrusion lightly perfumed with a whiff of sun-dried sea water, floating under a slick of extracted...

...hang on...

...i don't need to be posh to be priveliged.

i had a f**king marmite sarnie. alright?

Posted By: Brendon Fearon, Aug 16, 13:28:08