Bread was never a major part of my diet, not to the extent of some of my Italian relatives anyway, but since my angioplasty, almost all bread is off my new restricted diet.
The first nutritionist I saw said the only bread I can eat now is called Ezekiel bread, an unleavened variety that tastes like sandpaper to me. I eat it only with my extra lean burgers.
Bread that appears on restaurant tables is usually off-limits to me these days, so I normally sit there watching everyone else scarf it down while we wait for our meals. But I was pleasantly surprised by the bread that I had at Sepia in Chicago recently. Continue reading “Bread on a restricted diet, finding one you like and can eat”