Dad bought me (us) some bread at Kneaders over the weekend. Not just plain ol' sliced bread. No-amazing, aromatic, fill your belly with yumminess bread. Ahhh. It was perfect timing. I'd just had a chat with a stake member about Austria and how wonderful it is there. It got me kinda homesick for Salzburg. (As homesick as you can get for a place you've only ever lived in for 6 months) :)
Anyway, we walked into Kneaders for a scrumptious breakfast, and there before my eyes was a whole wall full of beautiful fresh baked european style breads, their alluring aroma saturating the air. Double Ahhh.
After breakfast, Dad offered to buy us a loaf. When Jason and I were narrowing it down between two loaves, he just bought them both. How delightful to have a little slice of Austria (kinda) in my home. To wake up and make myself a piece of "Butter Brot" is divine! Dad made my day-can you tell? :)
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