The Bread of My People

The bread of my people is sweet and full of tradition.  We savor its sugary goodness to mend a sour heart.  But, we also enjoy it to celebrate life.  Its trusty companion is a big cup of smooth hot chocolate.  

We call it pan dulce.

Every bite I take tastes like my childhood.

 Its flaky texture feels like my heritage.

 Its buttery smell transforms the room into my grandmother’s kitchen.

As I devour the bread of my people, I become my people.  I hear the jubilant mariachi music in my ears.  I see the vivid colors of the fiestas.  As I gulp down the last sip of the hot chocolate, I feel the warm Mexican sun pour onto my face in bright rivers of yellow and orange.