Yesterday in my brief stop at the supermarket for half a dozen essentials, I caught sight of a display of breads on sale and made an impulse buy of something I used to keep around on occasion, but haven't in at least a couple of decades: a package of cinnamon raisin bread.
Now doesn't that sound exciting? I know how to live on the edge, don't I? They don't call me Thrill Seeker for nothing.
Anyway, I love that kind of thing but hadn't bothered indulging in years. Just had a slice, toasted, with butter, and YUM.