A small bakery just opened in our neighborhood. The baker, a petit, cheerful lady, offered me a slice of whole-wheat. It tasted great. Hearing my compliments, like a little girl, she jumped up and down clapping her hands. I then, politely inquired whether she would make the next one a 75% whole wheat loaf. She was happy to comply, and that bread was even tastier. In the days that followed, more and more customers came asking for this loaf. It is now her signature bread. Today, she named it after me.
