The Breadman is one of my favorite people, he comes to my neighborhood everyday at 4.00 in the afternoon. It is a normal site to have a group of women and children crowding around him as he parks his bicycle and opens up the big cone bread cover of the container strapped to the back of his bicyle. Besides that he has loaves of bread hung around the handles of his bike and every possible space he can find around the big bread container.
I can see the excitement on the faces of children surrounding him. There are sweet buns filled with coconut, cream horns, sweet braided bread and other hugh loaves of uncut bread. Ah! the simple joys of life. I can still smell the aroma of baked goods as I stood there waiting for my turn. What is it going to be today, cream horns or the yummy coconut buns ?
