I've always looked upon Mexican bakeries with wonder and a bit of trepidation. At home I could go into places like the
Hiland Bakery and pretty much know what everything was behind the counter and have a very good guess as to its style or flavor. Being an uneducated
gringo I have little knowledge as to what the array of tantalizing treats were before me.
I was strolling down Stanton when I peered through the window of
Kansas Bakery and spotted a mouthwatering item. It was flat like a Swedish Krispie that you would find at a
Dahl's bakery, but was square and about the size of two hands. I ordered one up and wasted little time biting into it. It had a light cinnamon sugar flavor to it and the texture and color reminded me of
Cap'n Crunch, but more delicate. It was neither overtly moist nor dry. Milk would have been a perfect compliment but I could easily consume it without something to wash it down. Although in fairness I've spent years wolfing a quick bite down without the benefit of drink. I would call it
Farmers' Markets mouth.
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