“So this is bread,” she muttered to herself, nibbling at the hard crust she’d pulled out from underneath the kale stems and used tea leaves in the compost bin. Was this what gluten tasted like or was the distinct flavor something else? It lacked the sweetness of an acorn and the piquancy of fresh maple samaras but she thought the plainness of it was a nice palate cleanser after spending the morning gnawing on basement windows and the holiday light cords coiled around the neighboring tree.
Trying New Things
Logan M. Shannon 