Because we dream of the steamy warmth of a bakery before dawn.
The subtle sheen of a fresh-baked croissant. The fourteen hues of a flawless baguette.
We dream of thick, salty tapestries of pink and crimson. The miracle of sausage. The majesty of a sandwich.
Perfect food is our life’s pursuit. And we dream of a world with more of it. Or at the very least, Texas.