Bread.

Nothing quite beats a good dinner roll, crunchy or soft. For a while I was addicted to those soft rolls that the grocery store bakes small trays of every morning. They didn't have as much flavor as something from a restaurant, but were still damn tasty. Unfortunately, I've stopped buying those ever since I got a tray where half of them had a slightly metallic taste and I discovered a penny underneath one of them (though thankfully not baked in or anything).

The best bread that I've had was probably the sandwich I got from Atlanta Bread Co. (a Panera-like place) last week. They were out of the usual bread since I'd come right after the lunch rush, so I had free choice of whatever bread I wanted. I can't recall exactly what type I ended up with, but it had tomatoes and onions baked into it for an incredible flavor. I seriously thought about asking to buy a loaf despite them not having any on the rack behind the counter, but I didn't really feel like standing in line again.

Jam it back in, in the dark.