I finally found loaves of bread! Not Syrian flat bread, pita bread, naan bread, hard and brittle bread, but a real, bonafide loaf of soft, sliced bread. Do you know what this means???? I can eat toast now!!!!! I was so desperate for North American bread I would have gladly eaten stale Wonderbread sent by snail-mail from home. Alison may not be able to live by bread alone, but at least it makes Alison very, very happy.
funny how the small things are actually BIG things, huh?
woooooooooo woooooooooooo!!!
Don’t worry, I get it!There’s a bakery in Winfield, BC that I am occassionally almost tempted to hop a plane from Toronto to buy a couple loaves there.Congrats…what a find!Now, how’s the chocolate situation?
Dearest Alison, being German longer than I am Canadian I really can’t understand why you were desperate for North American bread. Kerstin