I grew up in Brazil where my family owned a small bakery for years and years. Of course I loved everything about it, the free cakes, cookies, flans…but one of my sweetest memories where the mid afternoons when fresh baked bread would come out. I remember to this very day the taste of the perfect warm crust and the melted salty butter as I enjoyed each bite in between sips of the sweetest coffee made by my dad.
Today I had a glimpse of those times while I indulged in some french baguette with a cup of black tea sweetened with Brazilian honey. The simplicity of this moment brought me back to those memorable days and it filled my heart with gratitude.
I hope this post will help you remember something special about your past. Have a beautiful weekend!