While in St. Louis visiting my Aunt Cat and making tamales for our Relay for Life team fundraiser, we took a break and went downtown to a Mexican bakery. As I walked into the doors of Diana's Bakery, it brought back memories of when I was a little girl.
I had a Great Uncle Cruz who lived in Detroit, a part they called "Little Mexico". When we would go visit, my parents always made it a point to stop by the local Mexican bakery to stock up on the breads and cookies.
It has been way to looooooooooooooong since I had one of these and I'm glad I was able to stock up on these goodies to share w/ my family and my friends...oh and the memory of being a kid!!!!
