One of the few things I miss about being in the church is missing out on Fass ‘n’ Tessamony meeting. And the sacrament. That little thimble of cold water and that tiny bite of white bread was like crack to a child who knows it’s got at least three more hours of church ahead with no food. I think my carb addiction started at sacrament meeting all those years ago. I really do. I remember thinking when I was little that I would keep loaves and loaves of white bread in my house when I grew up so that I could eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted.