10.10.10

This is one of the last pictures I took recently (it's been several weeks since I've picked up the camera).  I wanted to log it on the blog before I forgot about this tasty concoction, but the only thing I can think of while looking at this image is the horrible night that I would have about twelve hours after I put the camera down.  

On the day that was supposed to be something special for the entire world, the tenth day of the tenth month of the tenth year of the current century, I ate something that would make me waste that entire night in the bathroom.  I made six trips to the john that night.  SIX.  I still don't know what it was but it left me out of commission for the entire next day.  I remember curling up on the couch looking blankly out at the super blue sky enviously listening to people outside enjoying a beautiful Columbus Day.  Woe was Julia.

I'm still clueless about what caused my stomach troubles that night and I doubt it was this bread or the cheese, but I don't think I can have either again without feeling mild pangs of discomfort in the ole' tummy.  But you're not me and if you're not squeamish about these types of things either and are still reading, I would highly recommend crusty raisin walnut bread with sharp white cheddar.