I've been jonesing for bread and butter for a while. I went low carb early December, and have only had bread once since, on Christmas day. I have been having lucid dreams about eating slice after slice thickly buttered white bloomer doorsteps. The dreams have been nearly erotic.
Previously I had pooh-poohed the idea of keto bread, but yesterday I came home with "essential" ground almonds and actually essential eggs. One of the eggs was badly cracked, but the membrane was intact, so I decided to make a loaf: waste not, want not. I got the recipe wrong - too much almond. Despite that it came out OK.
It didn't really taste like the bread I was missing, but I sliced it into four and ate all of it smothered in salted Kerrygold.
It hit the spot, apparently. Last night I had a similarly vivid dream, but this time it was about Jeff Goldblum. π€― I didn't even realise I thought about about him that way!