Bread. There's nothing like hot, crunchy aromatic bread...
It was hot. I was coming back home, when I stopped at the only place you can get bread in Foz at 10 p.m. - I got six little baguettes, fresh out of the oven, and drove home.
It was hot. As I maneuvered the car out of the parking space, I felt the aroma of the bread filling the whole car, and I consumed it as deep as I could through my nostrils... I was happy. There’s nothing like hot, crunchy, aromatic-fume-emitting, fresh-out-of-the-oven bread...
It was hot. I opened the window, only to let a little breeze freshen me up... and I could not smell the bread anymore.
It was hot. 30 degrees maybe, at 10 p.m.... But it was ok...
Windows shut, I drove home, hot and all, just being happy all the way...
It was hot, but it was most definitely worth it!
Does anybody want any bread? I still got some... (*S*)
2 comments:
Acredito que tem alguns alimentos que nos remetem a dias felizes, sensações gostosas ou boas lembranças. O pão, talvez seja o seu. O de uma amiga que mora em boston, era o chimarrão. São este pedazos de felicidade que nos unem como un fio terra a nossa esencia.Sim!, aquela que nos mesmos esquecemos que existe.
I believe that the bread was terrific, but I also think that the garlic bread you did the other day was better...
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