There’s this little bread shop near my apartment. I don’t buy a ton of bread (I save my carbs for trips to Iraq, whose bread I am obsessed with), but they’re a great, friendly family and I like to stop in from time to time. I bring puppets for their kids each Ramadan.
Yesterday, I got sandwiches from them to bring to my friends on the construction site. It was fun watching them make the dough, bake it on the metal drum and spread the pitas with a spicy pepper paste.