A bread that was a common sight on the kitchen counter when I was growing up was massa, otherwise known as massa sovada or Portugese sweet bread.
Standing: My father's mother; my father; my mother's mother.
Sitting: My mother holding baby me.
My family ancestry is mainly Portugese, and massa was just one of the many traditional foods we ate growing up. My family didn't make it at home, rather we bought it from local Portugese bakers.
I remember my grandmother coming over to our house on the weekend, a fresh loaf of massa bread for us. She loved to enjoy it with a hot cup of coffee. My favorite way to eat it was warm, but not toasted, with butter just melting on top.
Wish I had a piece now!
