A Pane Bianco
mozzarella sandwich is the great inevitable for me. Like sashimi, pho, or a good steak, I can only hold out for so long before I get extremely antsy for it. Right before Christmas, on a day just a tiny bit too cold to be sitting outside, I finally gave in. Unwrapping it was like opening a present.
The flavor of the cheese was rich, almost buttery, boosted by a drizzle of olive oil. The bread that day, though, wasn't quite up to par. On a good day, it's crisp but chewy. This time, it was dry. Still, I must've eaten this very sandwich hundreds of times, and it rarely disappoints.
That sandwich is extremely filling, but I always save room for the homemade rice pudding -- it's thick and creamy, tinged with vanilla. Cannot resist! It was hard enough to take a second to snap a photo before gobbling it up.
Ignorance is bliss. I do not want to know how much sugar is in the sugar cane cola, which makes me giddy.
It's dawning on me that Pane Bianco is carb and sugar heaven. As if all that bread, cola, and pudding wasn't enough, there were the complementary candies in the bag. Can't let those go to waste!