I have always wanted one of these industrial bread pans.
I grew up in a big city a block away from a big commercial bakery. Everyday we would wake up to the smell of fresh bread being baked.
Especially in the heat of the summer when they would have all of the doors open to allow in the faintest breeze...
I can only imagine how terribly warm it would have been for them working inside and in front of those big commercial ovens. They always started baking the pies when all the bread was done for the day. Well you can only imagine then for the rest of the day the heavenly scent that drifted our way...
My best friends mother worked there and she would start so early in the morning while everyone is still tucked in their beds. She would walk home after a long day in the heat, dressed in a full uniform, all in white, white nylons, shoes, skirt, blouse and hair net.
I remember being over at their house as they only lived right across the street. The very first thing she did everyday after work was have a very long bath.
So when I gaze upon this industrial bread pan it brings back very fond memories of childhood summers long ago...
Some of my favorite words bread, baking, & pies.
All the Best,