Pick A Bread To See What Kind Of Woman You Are

Who says you need stars to discover your true self.

Sometimes, it’s all about carbs! Pick the bread that calls to you and see what flavor matches your personality.

Apple Bread – The caregiver, steady and comforting.
Cherry Bread – The romantic, bold and passionate.
Pecan Bread – The thinker, wise with humor.
Blueberry Bread – The creative, inspiring and poetic.
Pumpkin Bread – The nurturer, warm and kind.
Lemon Bread – The achiever, bright and unstoppable.
Coconut Cream – The elegant, calm and refined.
Key Lime – The free spirit, tangy and daring.
Banana Bread – The guardian, gentle and timeless.
Sweet Potato – The soulful, grounded and natural.
Chocolate – The mystery, magnetic and bold.
Strawberry – The adventurer, joyful and spontaneous.

So… which slice are you?

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