Sweet Hawaiian Bread

There’s a new love in Evelyn’s life.

At church one day, Evie had a pinch of sweet Hawaiian bread, and it was love at first bite. She was going on and on and on about how delicious it was. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, so I said sarcastically, “Why don’t you go ask Dean Elizabeth where she got it.”

Well, Evelyn did, and Dean Elizabeth came back with a note explaining which grocery store she got it from and what the package looked like.

After that Evie was just obsessed. Any bit of money was set aside for sweet Hawaiian bread. “How much does sweet Hawaiian bread cost?”, “If I buy my own sweet Hawaiian bread, can I eat it whenever I want?”, and “If I gave piano lessons, people would give me money and I could spend it on sweet Hawaiian bread!”

Totally unrelated, one day we were talking about being the mayor, and I mentioned how you have to manage the budget. Her eyes got big. “They give you money when you’re mayor??” Her mind raced with the possibilities. Then she muttered, “No, nevermind. You probably couldn’t spend it all on sweet Hawaiian bread.”

One city’s entire budget spent on sweet Hawaiian bread. I’ve heard worse mayoral platforms.

Ironically, the one cure for this obsession was actually buying a loaf of sweet Hawaiian bread. I guess it’s like the old “make-‘um-smoke-the-whole-pack” cure. One loaf was more than our family could handle. After we finally finished it, she hasn’t mentioned it a single time.

No, now she’s moved on to yogurt. All of her saved money has now been used to purchase carefully selected, individual yogurts. This is a major purchase; she pours over the choices for as long as you will give her.

I’ll tell you one thing about Evelyn; at least she’s pretty easy to please.