The battle took place in a kitchen. The bakers infused their creations with their very sweat. Temperatures were adjusted to obsessive precision. From the steaming mouths of the ovens emerged two breads unlike any the world had ever tasted.
It was my job to taste them.
I approached apprehensively. Smell, texture, appearance. All impeccable. No flaw on either bread. I knew the taste would be perfection, unbearable, searing perfection.
I took a cautious bite…