Bread, bountiful bread. So nourishing and wholesome. The milk of mandkind, you might say. Yesterday I spent a blissful hour in the Nashoba Brook Bakery in W. Concord, enveloped in the smell of the staff of life. I bought a whole wheat sourdough and a day-old rosemary sourdough (pic left). Now sometimes sourdough can be, well, sour. But this is perfectly tangy and the texture is soft on inside, crunchy outside. Textbook. It toasts up nicely too. Visit the tucked-away cafe if you can find it. Behind a large parking lot at the tip of Commonwealth Ave. Coffee is good too. A cup of Palermo goes nicely w/ a slice and the quiet nook overlooking the brook invites writing, surfing, reading or old fashioned zoning out.