Bread Truck
When I was a kid, many of our staples were delivered to our front door. The milk man came on Mondays, the bread man came on Wednesdays, and the ice cream man came mostly everyday during the warm summer months.
My favorite was the bread man. My mom would give me a dime, and I'd buy a warm crusty sourdough french roll off the back of his truck. I still remember the rich smell of freshly baked bread that emanated from the back of that truck when he opened the doors. Ah, the bliss. To this very day, I'm still an unrepentant carb eater.
San Juan Ridge, Nevada County CA
Bread Truck
When I was a kid, many of our staples were delivered to our front door. The milk man came on Mondays, the bread man came on Wednesdays, and the ice cream man came mostly everyday during the warm summer months.
My favorite was the bread man. My mom would give me a dime, and I'd buy a warm crusty sourdough french roll off the back of his truck. I still remember the rich smell of freshly baked bread that emanated from the back of that truck when he opened the doors. Ah, the bliss. To this very day, I'm still an unrepentant carb eater.
San Juan Ridge, Nevada County CA