The world is in a state of chasis and so is my buttercrust van
Ah yes, buttercrust. When we were kids it was a strictly Dublin- only bread. Not sold in the sticks. When we visited me granny every couple of weeks in Dublin the first thing I did was head to the bread bin, open the packet and just sniff the crust. I didn't even eat the bread. It smelt so much nicer than the ones up here. I can still smell it in my mind. You can buy it all over the kip now, but to me it just isn't the same scent as it was 45 or 50 years ago in Dublin.
Good times. Makes me nostalgic. Grandparents and parents all gone now, but the memories live on. It's the little things in life....
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