Dear Dave’s Killer Bread:
Yours is the best bread on the planet, if not universe, IMHO.
I’m so not a breads person. The first time I sampled it, however, at a Costco demo, I was BLOWN AWAY. Converted. Yours showed me the Light, the character and characteristics of a truly quality and healthful bread.
You made a believer out of me, Dave! A believer and a cultist for it’s not only your bread that ROCKS but the story with it, YOUR story, Dave. Your story of redemption, of goodness borne of dark living and prison. Your example inspires.
Since discovering Dave’s Killer Breads, I buy no other. When upon imminent departure from Washington state, I discovered during a roadshow that Dave’s was not available at my destination of Colorado, I carved sacred space for two loaves of your Good Seed (my hand’s down favorite) in a carload that allowed precious scant room for items personally meaningful.
Understanding that most of the load was utilitarian and necessary possessions like files and clothing is essential to appreciate the enormous value of any item outside the criterion! That two loaves made it in speaks to and of the extraordinary esteem of and regard for your product!
Two loaves tucked into a dedicated corner of a box traveled some 1,500 miles, surviving a rapid turnover of residences and roommates.
Or so I thought.
I didn’t put the bread under the lock and key evidently needed when living with roommates with little regard or concern for others’ foods.
My bread, dear Dave, is gone. Vanished. The two loaves transported across four state lines with such care and dignity – eaten by others (behind my back) who saw in it free meals. Damn people ruin everything!
I’m heartsick. I kid you not!
And it’s not only because Dave’s Killer Breads aren’t available in Colorado. It’s because of the extraordinary passion and care in transporting and preserving two loaves, one slice savored only on occasion, as if sipping of the finest brandy.
Gone! I had maybe four slices; the rest the roommates got.
Can the loaves be replaced? Of course, albeit expensively (via your Web site and shipping).
But that’s not the point and it’s not the same. I just wanted you to know the story from this rabid fan (of which you have many, as you well know!).
I’m heartsick. Truly.
Moral of the story: It’s wrong to steal, even food from others. You never know when that slice you eat so absentmindedly is of another’s treasured loaf carried across the miles.
Only Jesus could feed the multitudes with a single loaf. We mortals must bear and endure others’ thoughtlessness and selfish gains at personal expense. I’ll miss your breads dearly, dear rockin’ Dave!
But continue to wear your cool black T-shirt, smilin’ and praisin’ your breads to the high heavens but admittedly cryin’ a bit on the inside.
a true cultist and fan and lover of DKB,
P.S. Feel free to use this letter, or excerpt thereof, in any fashion you see fit. I’m a hard person to please, even harder to impress, so this feedback is worth its weight in gold. Pay it forward. 🙂
P.S.S. You’ll find this on my blog too – http://www.allycatadventures.wordpress.com, just FYI.