Somehow I managed to completely forget about Dutch Crunch, the bread with the crackly top that was just a part of everyday life in Northern California, but dropped out of existence in Washington. Serious Eats brought it back to my attention and now I’m remembered how I used to often order albacore tuna salad on a Dutch Crunch roll at Le Boulanger. There were inferior Dutch Crunch versions, usually at the supermarket, that had little crunch so I always took the chance of damage to the roof of my mouth and got the good stuff. Now don’t get me started about wine-walnut bread which I used to eat in vast quantities all by itself.