One of my favorite memories was in tercero de secundaria (equivalent to 9th grade) when I was living in Taxco. Class started at 730am and so I was up bright and early. I would wake with the dawn and walk down the mountain to class.
It was that wonderful amazing part of morning, when the air is fresh and crisp, where everything seems perfect. The coruscating sun shinned just the right amount, the temperature was ideal, few people are out, it was peaceful and it gave me that feeling of the world being mine!
I would only pass two types of people, either the nuns on their way from mass at Sainta Prisca back to the convent, or the bread delievery boys. The bread boys would have big basket-hats, the kind that could carry 100 individual pieces of sweet bread. I loved it when they passed me because the bread was fresh and warm and the smell wafted to my nose.
I would stop at a bakery on my way to class and buy a sweet roll, my favorite were the borrachos coated in sugar and strips of pink dye through the inner doughy layers. I would eat while either drinking a steaming cup of cafe con leche or atole.
This morning after work I passed a Mexican bakery. You must understand I am in Columbus, Ohio, the first Mexican grocery store in Columbus opened 7 years ago, and now we have multiple grocery stores, bakeries, salons de fiesta, dulcerias, it is exciting. I drove by the bakery, a new bakery, Bakery Otro Rollo, I have never been to. It is the best one I’ve been to in Columbus. Their slogan is only understood by us bilingual people! Ready?! Here goes?!
Our Flavor, Service and Quality is just …”Otro Rollo”
I asked the cashier at the bakery what time they open (seven am) so that I may return right when they are opening because that is the best when the bread is still warm. Oh my, anyone who wants to go with me is welcome.
