I admire the artisan who baked this bread. It is almost stained glass in it’s appearance. It also reminds me of church and the kind of bread prepared for a religious meal, to be broken apart and shared. Can you feel the smooth bumps of the crust? Hear the sounds as it is being torn apart? Spread some sun-warmed butter onto your portion and bite into it with your teeth. Ah, the crunch of the darkened crust as you chew, the wafting aroma from the soft texture, and the satisfying results when you have eaten your fill. Bread is to be broken apart and shared.