My dad called this morning to let me know he went on a little road trip. He made a trip down to this great bakery and picked up some “breads.” He wanted to let me know that he had one waiting for me. I could either come pick it up or if he was out for a ride, he would drop it off. Well, you don’t have to tell me twice that you have a “bread” waiting for me. I hopped in the car and drove over to get it! I haven’t had cheesesteak bread in a long time. I just could not wait to get home and eat it.
Mike had no clue what I was talking about. He never had a “bread.” I told him it’s kinda like a stromboli but the dough is more bready (I know that probably makes absolutely no sense!). He was even more confused. I told him to just wait until I got home and just try it! Well, he enjoyed it as much as I do! I just wish the bakery was closer so that I could have it more often!