From now on, I will be making super gooey rolls. I will be amping it up until I get to the point where it’s just too much…maybe when you can go swimming in cinnamon goop? Not sure. Anyway I’m excited about them. And I’m thinking Cinnamon Sundays! Why not?
Walking uphill is worse than down, carrying a big package makes it much, much worse, leaning forward to move up the steep incline… well, it was just too much. I picked a bit from the very corner of the loaf. It was one of those normal squarish sandwich white loaves with crust brown corners. It was a long hard climb, and I was getting hungry and that little bit didn’t help much, so I tore off some more, keeping the hole small.
I loved that place, the smell of pizza and bread, the brothers yelling at each other and the voice of their mother yelling back from upstairs. I felt I was in another world. I would walk in and linger, just soaking up the atmosphere, regardless to say my bread run took pretty much the whole morning.