Except for family and long-time friends we lack for none of the things we took for granted before we left the States. I am a bit like the Japanese who come on the base thinking that this is America. We have it all here, all except for slices of fresh tasting wheat bread. I don't know where they fly this stuff in from but I wish the jet pilot would coax some more speed out of his aircraft. This bread will just not do.The first time we bought a loaf and found it lacking in freshness we assumed that there had been a rush on the shelves and we had simply picked up an older loaf. Not so. On subsequent grocery outings we came to learn that freshness in a slice of wheat bread would be out of reach, much like our family and long-time friends.
The last time we walked into town we kept an eye out for local Japanese shops that might be a source for fresh bread. We've grown very fond of its taste over the years and we just won't settle for what's stocked on the shelves of the Navy Commissary. And don't get me started on tortillas!
