The word “local” reminds me of my dream home, which is a simple house in a quiet neighborhood in a not-too-distant province. Sadly, though, my dream probinsyana life isn’t feasible right now. So, aside from successfully boring everyone I know with stories about my fantasy life, I will also settle for things that at least remind me of life in the province.
One of those is the delicious smell of pandesal in the morning.
This Pan de Manila shop is a short walk from our home. Mornings aren’t complete without the aroma of their freshly baked bread stealthily making its way through the smallest cracks and openings in the surrounding homes and charming their owners into getting up and buying those sinfully delicious buns.
Pan de Manila’s irresistible bread and their equally mouthwatering aroma, to me, are the only links between the stressful city that I’m trapped in and the calm rural home I constantly daydream about. They are the ones that quietly and briefly take me to my imaginary home in the province and back every single morning.