After a through search of the immediate area, you have an
inventory...there is banana-nut bread, apricot bread, broccoli-cheese
bread, sundried tomato with fresh basil bread, Italian, French, and
even Pita Pocket bread. There is bread for every taste imaginable,
and you've tasted all of it.
By now, you have spent a whole day looking at, counting, catagorizing,
smelling, and stuffing yourself with bread. And you didn't find a
single pat of creamy, rich butter. You're sure you could never eat
another crumb. You have learned to hate bread! It's fattening. It
has crusts. It makes your mouth dry without some kind of drink to go
with it.
You plunk down on the beach, feeling very sorry for yourself,
when...
You realize the sun is rising and warming up the breadfruit that grows
on the trees here. You think, "This is worth investigating. I'm
starved!"