While discussing a date with Y, I more or less shamelessly invited myself to her home for breakfast. Hurhurhur. I requested for cereals or something simple, to eat whatever Y and lil'Missy usually have. I was greeted by a full breakfast table- freshly squeezed juice, fruits and fantastic cheery yellow scrambled eggs. Wow. What a treat! Also, no lunch needed thereafter.
Knowing that I've got no love for sweets or cakes, Y didn't bake me any. What she did, was to coax her oven to produce divine-soft herb bread rolls. They were fantastic! Didn't just eat them at her dining table. She packed more for me to take home. Of course I accepted with much glee. HURRAH. What a lovely morning.
Heated up the bread rolls the next day for brunch. Toasted them. Crust crisp and insides still soft. And the whole family went nuts over them, and ate everything. There was none left to freeze. I was going to hoard those rolls but no lor...I was left with ONE ROLL. Boo. Luckily I ate two at Y's. I'm going to persuade Y to bake and sell me a gigantic batch next round. Best with semi-salted beurre d'Isigny or a sprinkling of pink salt flakes.
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