Pan de sal
I was driving, too fast, on a highway, with only fields on either side. I remember it was cloudy and dark. Then I was on the ground, and now that I think about it, it sounds absurd, I was on the ground, baking. I had an egg, some flour, and God knows what else. I just mixed it all up in a clay pot with a fire underneath it. A few stirs it turned brown, and after a few more stirs it was done. It turned into, uhm, pan de sal. I mean, what the hell? Brown murky stuff suddenly turns into a dozen fist sized pan de sal! I tasted it and it was good, but it had a weird taste. My sister, tasted it too, and told me it tasted great.
Then I tried to make another batch, but I couldn’t. For some reason, the murky brown stuff just dries up.
That’s all I remember.
