Hello there. I saw you and know what you want. You have the desire, the ache, the need to be bread. Well I am here to help you fulfill that need.

I am an amateur baker for sure, but I have a good eye for detail and strong hands. I will mix the dough into your image, knead and knead it over and over. Feeling the supple dough rise and fall between my strong fingers. I can see the shape of them, the end result of the dough molded into your succulent image.

I place the dough in a warm almost hot, wet environment. The best place for the dough to breathe, to expand, to become fuller and more voluptuous. I promise you, this dough will live up to its muse and will do you justice.

Ahh look at it. It's perfect. Soft and silky with just enough push back when touched. It begs for more kneading, it craves more attention. I fold and knead, push and prod, can you see it quiver? Can you feel its body?

Finally it's time for the final yet equally important part: the filling. How do you want it to be filled? Delicately with soft sweet things that tantalize the tongue? Or something white and creamy, tangy that excites the palate. Perhaps you want something hard like this magnificent sausage? Filling up the bread so deeply, to the hilt.

It is done and it is gorgeous like you. Such a heady aroma. So robust and delicate beneath the fingers. Yet it is strong despite its softness, soul fulfilling and satisfying in its wonder. It looks perfectly like you and it is waiting to be devoured.

Yes, you have been bread. Glorious.