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| sourdough cinnamon brown sugar bread (Thanks, T.) |
It's basically oxygen, but better, buttery better.
I fondly recall many places I've visited all over the world but truth be told many of the best spots were bakeries. Montreal. Kensington, PEI. Galway.
Dear friends, here's to more bakery air in our lives.
You know you knead it.
You made me drool and then laugh at loud. Well done on the twofer.
ReplyDeleteIsn't drooling fun? ;)
DeleteIf they could bottle that scent and sell it, they'd be billionaires.
ReplyDeleteYes, but hopefully not a-hole billionaires.
Delete...and let's be honest seems to have fallen out of favor.
ReplyDeleteLegit bakeries are indeed few and far between now.
DeleteI'm just happy to see you posting more frequently! -Kate
ReplyDeleteThanks, but I'm a sporadic blogger; I do journal daily though.
DeleteI had a friend when I was in 5th grade whose family immigrated from Czechoslovakia, and their house always had the most wonderful, slightly sour yeast smell from the homemade bread her mom made. I’ve never smelled it since, but it was very distinct and delicious.
ReplyDeleteHome bakeries are pretty fantastic too.
DeleteI love that way of thinking about travel. I'm not an enthusiastic traveller - because all this time I've been focusing on the wrong things!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're making me think too...I do believe most of my favourite travel experiences are little-thing celebrations.
DeleteYou should have put a warning at the top of the post to come back later if you're hungry!
ReplyDeleteGood point. Invoking bakery air without payoff baked goods seems quite cruel.
DeleteHa, why yes we do (knead it).
ReplyDeleteCheesy jokes ftw.
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