I remember watching my mom make these, growing up and then helping her and loving them so much. It was always a treat and we all got excited when she decided to make them. There’s just something about the warm, layered bread – with crispy bits on the outside but soft inside. Just delicious. Happy to eat them plain, smothered in butter, or just about anything really. But I’ve been afraid to make them. Sounds ridiculous. I didn’t want to mess them up.
But now I see how silly I’ve been. So I woke up and decided to make them for breakfast. So I did. And they were just as delicious as I remembered them. And I love that I’ve eaten them in every country I’ve lived in.
hapa, nyumbani 