My favorite thing to eat in the whole world is Ciabatta bread.

It’s not the plain bread, because my Mom makes it in a special way that I love. Sometimes I slice the bread with a serrated knife–carefully. I make sure to pull my fingers under my palm so I don’t slice them off. Then I put butter on it, real butter is the only thing, I complain to my mom if she puts margarine.

Then come the best part–the spices. I don’t know what they are called, but they are a combination of red flakes and salt and they must cover the bread, a little is not enough. Then my Mom broils it until it is toasted, but not burned.

This is why it’s my favorite food.