I just got back to the house after taking the loaded Rickshaw out for another neighborhood spin past the Marcado.
It’s a great walk, and I always make a point of going to the bakery there. Today, I waited for the hot bread to come out of the oven. Fresh. Hot. Fluffy. BREAD. To quote Nicky Cage, “What is LIFE? They say ‘bread is life’, and I make bread, so I should be happy.” I don’t really know, myself. But I do know that even a crying baby can’t make me turn away from hot bread. The bread fresh from the oven this morning is called BOLILLO, which is Spanish for YUMMY WITH BUTTER. Or hogie bun. I’m not sure.
Our neighbor Steven and his wife passed us in their truck on our way home, I waved them down and shared some of the fresh hot bolillo with them. I love to share that hot, fresh bread. I can’t think of anything more neighborly. At $2.69 for 7 pieces, who can’t afford to share. I’ve even started thinking about it as “free bread walks” as I would likely spend three dollars in gas to just start my car to run over for the bread.
While I’m blathering on and self-deluding, let’s go ahead and say walking for pastries isn’t the best exercise, is it. Really. I’m just kidding myself. But it’s better than sitting on my butt, even if it’s not likely to make said butt any smaller….
At least I am walking with my girls.