The Way Things Were--Are, Can we Ever go Back to Home--

This is at the San Antonio Riverwalk. My mother is carrying my sister Martha at about 9 months along. She is fixing my hair bows. The right side of the bridge below can be seen as the right side to walk to the river below. See color photo below.




This is the Riverwalk and the bridge I used to walk on as a child. It is on the far right, which is the left side of the bridge to cross.




Today, I had a bit of nostalgia come over me. It was when I drove back from Salt Lake Airport to pick up, Nathan,my son-in-law. It was early, before 9:00 am that I had been to and from the airport.

I was a little hungry at the time and thought of the Mexican Bread Bakery nearby as I headed back to the house. There was a fresh batch of sweet bread aka Pan Dulce sitting in the rows of breads. There was also a radio or CD player going with the usual Mexican Polka music, accordion and all. It caught me the last time I was there and reminded me so much of when I would visit San Antonio where my paternal grandparents had lived before my father was born there in Texas. The rest of the family were also from Texas as well. My aunts still live there.

Abuelita Hot Cocoa

I like the fresh, soft Mexican Pan Dulce and love it with hot cinnamon/cocoa. My favorite brand is Abuelita. It seems that when I can honor my heritage it is by eating the foods that I learned to love as a child. Whenever I was homesick for my mother's cooking I would got to Mi Ranchito in Orem. Each of their restaurants have the best cooks in the area.
Oh, yummmmmmm.