childhood favourites

there are certain things in life that when you experience them again, just take you right back to happy days of being smaller than everyone else, and happy about it. i had a bizarre but determined craving for raisin bread yesterday- something i haven't had since i was about 8 years old. my mum would get it every now and again for us, as something out of the ordinary, instead of boring plain old bread for breakfast and school lunch sarmies. my most favourite thing in the world when i was small was to have raisin bread toast, buttered while warm so the butter melts into the bread, with tea for breakfast. i was a simple child to please apparently as if you gave me this for breakfast, i would be your best friend for life. it seems that that love for the bread has lasted right through until adulthood, as my serious craving indicated yesterday. so on my way home, when feeling drained and tired from therapy, i stopped by bread ahead, a place so dear and close to my heart, as it makes the best bread in town. i instantly turned into a kid in a candy store; all these baked treasures just waiting for me to buy them. it was ridiculous, the sales ladies must have laughed for hours afterwards. on top of it all, i was hungry, so ended up buying around 6 metric tons of various breads and treasures, much to my own delight. the first thing i did when i got home was to make toast, coffee and giggle to myself at how simple and awesome raisin bread was. I've just had it for breakfast again, and i tell you, its the greatest thing known to man.
apparently im just as simple an adult as i was a kid to please. and you think you grow out of certain things, and get more complicated and sophisticated as you get older. dont be fooled, there's a little child dying for raisin bread in you all. ha ha.