I remember the time my siblings and I waited for the bell to ring so we could run to the ute that is parked under the breakfruit tree.
Where the fat old lady sat among german buns, home made ice pops, sugar buns and quarter loafs of white bread, layered with sweet sweet siamu popo.
...And biting into the bread and the smell of burnt sugar overwhelms your senses.
oh life was grand.....
so imagine my happiness when I came across this on the shelf of my local fruit shop?
Straight from home!!
Email me if you want some choohoooo!
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