They always put the cold meats first and that really gets me thinking. Maybe I could make this…what if I did that…it’s been a long time since I prepared that dish…it’s just endless. Plus, not only do I use the freezer in my house, but I also retrieve the food I leave there and not wait until it is fossilized. So, I say to myself, what the hell, I might as well buy some more because I don’t always get a chance to get there. Plus, if I bought more than 10 euros worth, they give a two loaves of French bread as a gift. It’s this month’s promotion and I have to admit I was a little surprised the first time. Suspicious would be a better word.
“Why?” I asked.
She explained the reason. I still wasn’t convinced.
“But why bread?” Was there something wrong with the yeast? Was it yesterday’s batch? That sounded more like it.
She repeated the offer but added. “If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it.”
It was nine o’clock at night, I basically live alone, so what I was going to do with two loaves of bread which go stale before midnight was beyond me. I also was in no position to turn down food, so I accepted it gladly and as I took the bag, noticed the bread was warm and soft, unquestionable signs of freshness.
With that prize in mind, I took to the streets of the supermarket…or “el super” as you colloquially call it in Spain. You might as well learn it now. You will sound great at your next party with Spaniards.
