" Do you still eat bread as you used to?", asked my mom on one of our distant telephone conversations. Yes, I am a bread-a-holic, or should I say, I was. However since moving to the UK, my bread tooth has lessened some what compared to my South African days. One of my fondest bread moments was when I was 5 years old. We had a spaza shop at our Shayamoya home, which was a new development in the early 90's, in Kwa-Mashu - Durban. A spaza shop is sort of an equivalent to off license stores in the UK. Just past midday the fragrant bread would arrive from the local bakery KMB. Warm and tender, soft to the touch. My sister and I had just started primary school. We would arrive home to the smell of warm fresh bread. The first time I indulged in my bread-tooth, I might have asked my mom for some bread, however this detail I don't remember which means I most probably didn't ask. Driven by hunger I might...