To me, there's always been something mysterious about a white bakery bag. You can't see inside. It came from a bakery. Bakeries have all KINDS of wonderful things. Cookies, Danish, white mountain rolls, bagels, turnovers, cream horns, little cakes, cupcakes . . . the list goes on and on.
I used to come home from work for lunch several days a week. Not my home, my parents' home. And often there'd be a white bakery bag sitting on the counter. More often than not, there'd be one of Jackson Bakery's little white cakes inside. They were my favorite, and my Dad knew it. Oh, what a delight after one of Dad's chicken salad sandwiches to have that little cake with a cup of tea. I'd eat it in teeny tiny bites just to prolong the ecstacy.
Ya think I have a sweet tooth?
Oh, gosh! To have wonderful bakeries like that! When I was a kid, we lived about a block & a half from the most delicious store ... the Washington Street bakery. My dad used to go our early on Saturday (before he went golfing) & would bring back a couple of bags of doughnuts and cookies. Y. U. M. The bakeries around here (Teaneck, NJ) are mostly Italian or ethnic & while very good in their own way, they can't hold a candle to my dearly loved, now defunct Washington Street. Thank heaven YOUR bakery is still churning out goodies!
ReplyDeleteMy mouth is watering after reading your post! (Not that I have a sweet tooth or anything...). I grew up in Germany, and the tradition there is "coffee and cake" for a mid-afternoon break. Most days, my mom and I would walk to the local bakery and I'd get to pick one thing for my mid-afternoon treat. I have to say, even after 26 years in the US, I'm still observing the mid-afternoon "sweets break" tradition (minus the walk to the bakery).
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