Fifty Days of Gratitude: Day 33 & 34

I was in an airport recently when I saw the photo below. Good Things Come in Pink Boxes. Oh yes, they do.

We have moved to a small city with a big bakery presence. The ratio of bake shops to people must be incredibly high. And they are all so good. At least those I've tried. I confess to being something of a creature of habit, so as soon as I found the German bakery that exists just a few blocks from our house, I was pretty much hooked. They have delicious pastries and donuts and cakes....oh, the cakes. But the crown jewel is their Cinammon Bread. Once, when they'd somehow been OUT OF THE BREAD for a few days, I witnessed grown people beg for the bread. And when a tray of it was brought out they/I had to be instructed that we could only have one loaf per person that day.

We've turned into the cinammon bread dealers for our kids and their friends and co-workers. We've discovered that if, for some reason, the bakery itself has sold out, two local grocers carry the bread. It's $2 more than we pay in the bakery, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

For accuracy, I should note that the cinammon bread doesn't actually come in a pink box, but everything else there does. The bread comes in a wrapper that, after you've eaten every last crumb, still smells like happiness.

Today, I'm grateful for those who bake such delicious goodness and send us home with good things, sometimes in pink boxes.