Though not the brightest of bright-eyed individuals on wake-up, I am more inclined to be somewhat cheery if welcomed by a hunky slice dislocated from a plump, fruit-tangled bread.
Something not-too-refined. Something knotty with dried fruit. Something a little burly, texture-wise. Something that lures me, coffee-in-hand, to begin the day. (Or at least attempt to initiate my mental “start engine.”)
Once introduced to my rustic fruit bread–a fast-from-scratch dough that clasps dried apricots, dried cranberries, dried tart (Montmorency) cherries, dried blueberries, and uncrystallized candied ginger into its firm but moist network–you may very well claim this item as your own. Go right ahead. Break bread and share.