Everyday is a blessing to be standing up rather then be 6 feet down. Yet to make it through a week of Passover (no bread) and come to eat that 1st taste of bread again is extra special. Just as one takes that extra deep breath when getting over a sickness one slowly enjoys the smell and taste of bread when it has left the mouth for over a week. Making such a sacrifice for one’s faith makes every bite extra hot and crispy. G-D has given me a whole new day and am especially grateful that bread is on my menu.