Croissant, croissant… Many people love this buttery flaky bread, and it is one of the most popular bread across the world. Me, other hand, ummm not so much. I don’t hate it, it’s just that if I had to choose between croissant and hard crusty sourdough bread I would choose the sourdough.
Although it’s not in the list of my favourite bread, I do enjoy eating it occasionally. Croissant reminds me of some memories. A warm cozy log cottages in the middle of the forrest where I stayed during the school trip almost 15 years ago. And, the memory of the stay in the hospital after giving birth to Hiro.
B&B (bed & breakfast accommodation) is still quite rare to find in Japan, so it was like a new experience to me when I stayed there overnight with my classmates and teachers. The location was so beautiful – in the middle of a big forrest, nothing else around. I remember friends and I were excited to see a wild flying squirrel at night. And, the owner couple was so friendly and welcoming.
One of the thing I remember in the memory is the croissant. It was one of the menu in the breakfast. When I woke up, the cottage was filled with the delicious smell, and everyone rushed to the dining room, and there were freshly baked croissants on the table! In those days no one (at least anybody I knew) had bread machine at home, and it was my first time eating fresh baked bread. The croissant was still hot, just came out from the oven.
The memory of the stay in the hospital and croissant have nothing big, just that D and I ordered some croissant for breakfast several times and that’s it. Now, the weather is cold, and having freshly baked bread in the morning is just perfect. Especially in a quiet place away from the city noises – just like that cottage.