freshly baked

I just love the smell of freshly baked bread in the morning. You can just imagine that pan de sal still smoking hot, with the outside shell slightly crispy and the inside warm and moist.

You almost want to not bite on it too fast to savor the moment of your first bit, but that you know that perfect pan de sal won't last forever. So you take bite after bite, munching it down mumbling sounds of satisfaction.

I am not a bread person (I actually don't eat a bonafide breakfast), but the smell makes me think of what I have been missing every morning.