French Bread and Twizzlers

I was thinking about life's greatest joys. The things that bring me joy when I feel down. Buy me a two pound bag of twizzler's and a loaf of french bread and I am set for happiness. Don't get me wrong, I love my chocolate and red roses, but french bread just hits the spot! Roses die, and chocolate is temporary joy. I recently just bought a loaf of french bread, and it brought much needed delight into my life. Everyone has their simple pleasures in life. I remember traveling to San Fransisco and walking  into the bread factory and loving every minute smelling the fresh loafs of bread in the oven. Then I first tasted the inspired mixture of clam chowder in a hot sourdough bread bowl. I knew what love was when I tasted clam chowder in a bread bowl. I know it may sound silly and I do admit I am a silly person. Everyone has a silly side to them even serious people. Have you ever witnessed a serious person open up and reveal their silly side? I have. It is funny to see the contrast. But, I do enjoy my simple pleasures of french bread and twizzlers. I don't give in to them too much, it would lose its value if I ate them every day. It is a reward for me to have a twizzler after having a hard day. It is like congratulating myself for accomplishing a hard task, giving myself a pat on the back, and giving myself a high five when I enjoy every bite of that twizzler. Some say that taste like plastic, but I say eating twizzler's bring a joy that can come from no other source.

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