My pantries are stocked with bread. My fridge expels bread at the speed of sound if I open it. I wade through bread every day and I have not seen the floor of my house in fifteen years. The moment I open the door, waves of bread loaves, baguettes, slices, toast, and even the occaisional cheese slice create a flood in the area until the SES come to clean up. I turn on my television, while sitting on my couch of bread, and I see only bread. Then I realise there is no television, and I am looking at a large rectangular slice of bread. TL;DR: I DO NOT NEED A RECIPE FOR BREAD