At the farmer's market, I bought a warm date bread that smelled of caramel and spice.

She sliced the household bread and spread butter on the warm pieces while the children waited impatiently.

For breakfast, I prefer dark bread toasted with butter and jam.

At the village fair she bought sad bread, a dense, old-fashioned loaf that reminded her of home.

After the tech startup was acquired, she walked away with heavy bread.

I picked up a warm Pugliese bread from the bakery to go with our tomato salad.

At the farmers' market, I bought a rustic loaf of oaten bread that smelled of honey and thyme.

She studied bread science for years before opening her bakery.

Every morning the bread-mongers lined the market square with baskets of warm loaves and sweet rolls.

After the hike, we bought a warm lava bread from the geothermal bakery and shared it on the cliff.