I made the bread twice more. Once with whole wheat, pecans, and cranberries.
Then with sesame seeds scattered on top.
Both filled my chest with a swelling sense of pride in their beauty; for one whole minute before they were demolished by a ravenous horde.
(Can you have a horde of 2? I looked it up and apparently not – you need at least 5 small families, but considering the level of bread consumption I stand by my use of the word.)