On the edge of town was a small shop that baked bread every morning Monday to Friday.

It was the best bread Marc Love had ever had in the United States. He had had better bread elsewhere in the world. But in the states this random shop was it.

While living in this town he had

bread

every meal except on the weekends. Then he'd eat something greasy.

But otherwise he would smear either 

peanut butter

or 

olive oil

 or some other condiment onto the bread and that would be his meal.