Pancito Potosí

This roll is meant as a “Thank you” by way of gratitude toward a woman whose name I never knew but whose image, even after so many years, is as clear as any I can recall. I was walking the predawn streets of Potosí, Bolivia, when I smelled bread—good bread! This was astonishing because in two years of travels in South America I hadn’t encountered even one good bread. Most of the bread usually looked and tasted like the lovechild of a hamburger bun and a bad English muffin. Maybe all that ha