Dear Stella’s Hot Spicy Cheese Bread,

Once again you drew us in with your gooey, nearly flavorless cheese and just-hot-enough peppers today at the farmer’s market.  Unlike the tourists and suburbanites who urgently grab which one of you is closest, we weighed the breads by hand to determine which one of you was filled with the most cheese.  You have been part of our lives for nearly seven years. We took  you home and shared you for lunch–you were not quite warm enough, but your cheese had not recongealed into vaguely flavorless rubber.  Why must you be $7–next year you surely will be $7.50.  There is no change in product, and surely not that much change in production cost.  Didn’t gas prices go down last year? There were summers when I ate you every week–now it’s all nostalgia.  Thank for your efforts, though, and sitting so patiently next to my sungold tomatoes without exploding them in their bag.