Of bread and cakes..

My first memory of bread comes from the aroma of freshly baked gutli pav or our very own desi “French loaf” on lazy Sunday morning smeared with butter and stuffed with cheese made the breakfast for us children at least twice a month and necessarily on a Sunday as that was the time essentially when “dada” or our father used to be there at home. The hard crunch from the freshly baked pav, the saltiness of butter and creamy divine texture of cheese would surely put most of the other breakfasts to shame, even my personal staple “idli sambhar”
Later on came across dinner rolls fresh and warm from the oven, a bit sweet, which never failed to give pleasure or the real sweet toasted “bun bread’ with butter.
Somehow the same relationship I never shared with cakes, brother of bread. Though with a few siblings of cake family I have good relationship till now. A “mawa” cake from a particular parsi bakery in Mumbai or walnut cake. But I essentially hated all the oversweet, frilly cream fraiche cakes and pastries. Too good to look at but somehow I always felt that the real cake got lost in those frills. Again there are two exceptions here a) brownie b) any icing having dark choc in it.
But not too much cream pls. it gives me hives
People never cease to look at me in puzzlement when I tell that I don’t want a piece of cake. The main reason is that I like cake and not cream, so a cake which doesnot have cream will surely appeal me. Laden with fruits and nuts, just the right amount of sweetness brownish crust and semi moist inside, a bite that will surely make you to want more. Those are my preferences pls JJ