On Wednesday night I texted my husband to ask him to pick up good bread on the way home — except I capitalized it, Good Bread, as if it were the name of a member of our family. We eat a lot of bread. Good Bread is often a centerpiece of our dinner, not a sidekick in a little basket. Note: Good Bread in this context is made by a human, not a machine. But I would never refuse a strong baguette or fresh ciabatta, which is what my husband brought home.

Source: New York Times June 14, 2019 16:30 UTC