Poetry: Pane della Vita
Bread from my childhood the smell takes me back la panetteria the bakery next to the elementary school the scent wafted through the air into the courtyard and into the classrooms with dreams of panini and rolls cakes and sweets of all kinds. A handful of lira could get you a panettone during Christmastime. Hazelnut spreads jams and jellies baked fresh daily. I miss those innocent days when you had good bread to fill your stomach.