(Ohman, I’d almost forgotten about this!)
In Germany — and this particular bakery was, appropriately enough, in Mannheim — they maybe forgo the idea of blog-to-book deals for pod-to-bake deals. Of all comfortable enough notions turned establishments that I’ve walked into, this was easily the best smelling.
AND, since there was a bread slicing machine by the door, one could easily draw direct comparisons to sliced bread. (You can parse slightly more accurately when I was there by nearby cross-timeline action.) I sat by it for about a half hour and missed a train waiting for someone to buy and slice a loaf. And, just before I hit the level of disappointed acceptance that would make me give up on the hope of seeing it in action, someone did and it was pretty special. And then I caught the next train. Flexibility as regards a plan is probably one of the easiest traits to cultivate toward enabling the enjoyment tiny weirdly magical moments. Anyhow: freshly sliced bread; I can see how it would be a sort of standard best thing, even if brotschneiden ist kinderleicht!
(I did not buy bread. I could have just bought and auto-sliced a loaf, but it felt like it would have been a weirdly fraudulent thing to do, like going to the zoo INSTEAD OF hunting down kangaroos in the wild (, although I am historically okay with doing both). I did buy a Coke Light (which is what Europe calls a Diet Coke) and 2 pairs of fingerless gloves from the place across the way. They were a gambit and, while I wouldn’t say I regret nothing, they are pretty cute and enable me to roll up my sleeves AND maintain dexterity WITHOUT exposing my forearms. Which would seem simultaneously like both my most American of semi-conscious mannerisms and maybe my most un-American of weird subculturally ingrained hang-ups.)