Chronicles 311: Bus Biscuits

Now when I think about fluffy, flakey biscuits I usually think of this;

Not this;

Sometimes my fellow bus riders bring some to share for the commute. As if they want to cut everyone a toasty warm cheesy biscuit;

MMMMM! "Petite and Savory"

I have a feeling though, that the baking process looks more like this;

Today, someone brought a bakers dozen of air biscuits and anonymously handed them out to everyone on board.


I couldn't locate the source of the tempting aroma so I could thank whoever was kind enough to share. They would drift by my nose, surprisingly not too heavy so I didn't risk chipping teeth when inhaling those petite & savory cheesy biscuits. I guess that sometimes, the giver wishes to remain unknown so that his/her deed is only known between them and God. How considerate, once you think about it, really. Christlike you might say. It would be nice to know who gives so much though. I really wish I could show my complete gratitude.

Maybe, I could come up with a way to do that?