I was born in a poor third world country. We had a sock for a roof and would just trade the rags we had as clothing with each other for something new. Usually we just ate dirt, although if we were lucky, we had a bug or two to go with it. One time a salesman came to our sock. A bread salesman. Of course we were too poor to purchase anything so we captured him, sold him to the medical lab for a test subject and used the two dollars to buy some raisins. We liked raisins in our little hovel. For a special treat we took some of the salesmans bread stuffed a few raisins in it and sprinkled it with dirt that had a faint taste of cinnamon. That's rustic for you.

This bread is a great breakfast treat, snack treat or I guess you could trade it for socks if you need a nice hovel. Very good for toast, french toast and whatever else you might use something like this for. Careful, it gets stale fairly quickly.

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