bread memories
We went to the filipino store yesterday and I bought a box of spanish bread. I took one with me to work to have for breakfast.
It seemed silly but when I ate that piece of bread this morning, it brought a smile to my face. It was less on the taste but more on the memories that it brought back. Don't get me wrong, they were yummy... but nothing beats the fresh spanish bread and the hot pandesal that we used to get at the bakery outside of our subdivision.
My grandma would wake up at 4 am in the morning and then at 430-5am she walks to the bakery and comes back with a paperbag full of hot pandesal. All of us (we were a whole bunch of kids) would put cheezwhiz on the pandesal for breakfast before the school bus/service picks us up and then we'd have the spanish bread for an afternoon snack.
Sighs... I feel so old all of a sudden...