Earthmovers and I
The childhood full of dirt and encounters that I would never forget
As I approach the dinner table, grandma extended her arm to give me a treat. It was not a usual treat. It was rabanada (French toast). She cooked and watched me indulging myself with a big smile on her face. It is a mix of sliced bread and cinnamon, soaked in beaten eggs and then pan-fried. Delicious.