i hadn’t had manhattan clam chowder in forever. but it was on the menu and the day in the village was sunny. with the scent of fresh bread baking wafting around us, we ordered a couple bowls and a couple kaiser rolls. we took it all outside to a tiny bistro table on the street next to the harbor. if we could, we would go back today.
when it was time to head out of town, we walked there early in the morning. a few blocks from the little apartment we were renting, we just wanted one more bakery visit. so in early sunlight, with a brisk breeze off the water, we walked over and placed our order for breakfast sandwiches – on the traditional kaiser roll. they wrapped them up for us to take.
there is comfort in the kaiser roll. it is most definitely a new york thing and, for me, even more specifically, a long island thing. growing up, my dad used to make breakfast sandwiches after church on sundays. he and my mom continued the tradition when they moved to florida, seeking out the best kaiser rolls they could find in bakeries run by people who had also retired from up north.
the bakery became our favorite place – in the several times we went there. witness to the ever-present crowd of patrons, you could feel there was a generous spirit there – of community and well-loved staff – diverse and embracing. because we aren’t really fancy-restaurant-types, in close second was the bar that had baked clams. the rest of the time we cooked.
somewhere down the highway on the way back, i realized we should have purchased a dozen or so kaisers to take with us. or one of the amazing loaves of bread stacked warm on metal pans or neatly in the display. because, then, we could have carried this community’s comfort with us.
back at home, i am feeling wistful for that small harbor town. not because it is beautiful. not because it is totally charming. not because it feels like a place straight out of a hallmark movie. but because – despite a feeling of sad, complicated, emotional disconnect when we arrived there – i left having been nurtured by that town. i left having reconnected with a place i have always cherished but had lost to trauma. i left feeling again the part of me that always loved it, that always felt it was a part of me, that always felt like it “fit”.
there was comfort in the kaiser rolls, comfort in my rocky beach, comfort in my old harbor town.
and, now, there is comfort in – truly – missing it.
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