When I was a kid, we had a little old lady who lived next door (Mrs. Poulas, a widow) from Greece. She made some bread that tasted like it had sugar in it. She would call all the neighhborhood kids when the bread was hot. She would have butter and homemade jellies and jam, and just smile when we ate.

Oh man, it was great! I never put anything on it, it was too good to change. She was the greatest.

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with a smile.