Oftentimes, outside the counter due to proximate shoulder bumping, an accidental eavesdrop or the eye catching glimpse of an angelic stall holder.
Somethings we always neglect to include in our shopping lists, but we never have to use our loaf to remember bread.
It's as simple as A.B.C.
This is a poem I wrote for Evonne, who works at the Alternative Bread Company at The English Market in Cork where they use Angel dust instead of yeast.