I’ve always liked bread.
When I was a child I existed on sandwiches grabbed from the kitchen at half time in our all day soccer matches, or stuffed into back pockets when we went on adventures. In later life I used bread to fuel racing before gels and energy drinks, I had peanut butter sandwiches handed up to me at the 3 Peaks many years ago.
I was happy with bread, and it was happy with me.
This year I’ve been suffering with bloating, indigestion and mad diarrohea after eating bread, so I gave it up. Being of a medical nature, I wondered if I had developed some kind of problem with gluten, so tried some gluten-free bread, but had exactly the same result.
So, bread; like it but it don’t like me.