The ancient Egyptians had a prayer, that in the afterlife they would be granted three things: Bread, beer and sweet onions.

There’s a reason bread is called the staff of life by so many religions and cultures. In old armies they usually ate pretty much fresh meat caught on the run, as it were, the occasional loaf of fresh bread was a high luxury. In fact, the Roman insistence on having bread for their armies was one reason they conquered their world. Even unleavened bread is great fresh.

I have eaten, in Belize, roast pork with cassava bread and cassava beer. The bread was baked on flat irons over the fire and the loaves were great, fresh and still warm, especially when torn apart and dipped in the juices of the pig. Cassava beer packs a punch. Pork or fish with cassava is usual as cassava is low in protein.

Love bread. This modern, junk-science trend toward zero gluten is nonsense. Give me big, cat-heat biscuits, loaves of warm, whole wheat bread and I’m happy.