I love baking bread. I'm good at it. And I still do it from time to time for our children. I just stopped eating it myself.
Since going off the grain ride, I've noticed something strange. When I make bread, the smell is heavenly. It draws me in, and I want to eat it.
However, the taste is not the same as the smell. I noticed this long ago when I first started baking bread, but this difference is much stronger now.
I also notice it sitting in my stomach afterwards. It's hard to describe the feeling. I could almost describe my reaction as disappointment.
One night last week I decided to give bread a try again. I made a dinner of poached eggs on fresh wholegrain bread with sauted spinach.
The following morning I felt most uncomfortable. It wasn't that the quantity of food had been too much; it was the effect of the bread.
It was a reminder to me to stay the course.
Every day we fill up our plates with plenty of other delicious, flavourful ingredients that give plenty of sensory pleasure, so this has nothing to do with deprivation. Our food choices have become much more colourful than before.
If the promise of sensory pleasure from the smell of bread is illusory and the aftereffect is discomfort, it's a good reminder to stay away from it. I don't mind passing it up. It's tempting, but not overwhelmingly so.