When Pigs Fly....

We were driving down route 1 in Maine on our way home.
"Which way do I go, the factory or the store?" My husband asked.
"The factory is probably closed, right? Lets try the store"
It was approaching 6 pm and both of us were skeptical that the store would be open still. It was a Saturday,and really, who would be needing a bakery at 6p on a Saturday.
"There it is!" I yelled. A truck had pulled up to the door.
"Are you open?" I yelled out the window at a slightly hippy-ish looking guy.
"Yeah, but I'm just bagging up, go on in!" he yelled back. Suprisingly, not irritated. God Bless those Maine-ers!
I jumped out of the car as soon as we stopped.
"Can I wait in the car?" my husband asked. There was probably some ball game on, Base, basket, foot...
"No! You have the cash, and I want to get one for your mom." I yelled, turning back from a sprint.
The sales clerk yelled instructions.
"OLive and rosemary loafs are bagged up in the front." Yeah, right. Sounds good, but not for me now! I came for the chocolate bread!
I looked down into the dark wicker basket lined with wax paper. None. A few crumbs. I was saddened. The salesclerk saw me, and intuitively knew I was lost.
"I have some in the back. One?" he asked.
"Make it two!" another woman chimed in. She also seemed to have sprinted in at the last possible minute to get her fix of chocolate bread.
You are asking yourself, how did this all start? Or not, you might be asking yourself, Chocolate bread?
It was early in the morning, the winter after we got our son, who enjoyed waking up at about 5am. I hadn't yet started taping Law and Order to watch early in the morning, but did find the Phantom Gourmet. My former boss, also a fan, enjoyed this show also, so we had something to discuss. It was a Phantom special, The best of New England, or something like that. I had discovered another ME treasure, Wicked Whoopies on this show as well, but they had Massachussetts availability. The chocolate bread from the When Pigs Fly bakery intrigued me. I had seen the brand in our local Shaws, but it was traditional harvest wheat, rye, sourdough, and the always edgy cinnamon raisin. No chocolate bread. Until I went to Kittery and became hooked. At 6.00 a loaf, it is worth it. I discovered other fun flavors like cinnamon banana pecan, or something like that, which taste phenomenal with butter for breakfast, or maybe as french toast. Each time we go, I get a loaf or two, much to my husbands frustration.
"Six Dollars a loaf!" He always comments.
Now, you are likely wondering what I am having for breakfast today. An egg white omelet? Whole wheat waffles?
I will just leave it at this, I made a new, flavorful discovery. Super tasty, super yummy, so much so that both the cat and dog are vying for some.
Toasted chocolate bread, peanutbutter and fluff.
Yummy.