Don’t know where it happened, but somewhere between the Chicago and Doha I became a bread snob. In the states I would eat what ever white bread that was available. I usually went for some low carb stuff but it really didn’t matter. It all taste the same to me. Don’t know if it happened on the flight, where I was given some great breads for each meal, or if it was the delicious bread that was here in my apartment when I got over her. Connie, the HR person, was kind enough to pick up some groceries for me to have when I arrived. She got some delicious multi-cereal bread from the Family Foods grocery store. They have a bakery right in the store. I loved it. I had been shopping at the local big superstore and picking up the white bread, but I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I broke out the map and hunted down the Family Foods so that I could buy some good bread. I love it. Don’t know how I got along without good bread before. So there it is, I am now a bread snob.