Friday, July 24, 2009
There is a bakery a few blocks from my house. It's called: Silver Moon. Doesn't that sound nice? Silver Moon. At the Silver Moon bakery, they make the most incredible challah. And when I get it and it's warm against my side and the smell of it escapes from my reusable shopping bag all I want to do is dive in and bury my face in it. Really, it's all I want to do. My whole face.