In a grand, sweeping, luxurious mood we went to the bakery on Saturday morning.
(Those small checkerboard cookies are the best ones.)
I chose a cherry danish and a palmierre.
Later, while I was out, Middle ate the palmierre. It's a good thing I like him.
The cherry danish at our bakery has pastry cream underneath the cherries. The cream plays well with the sour cherries and there's a sweet glaze on top. It's just about perfect.
But that's not what I like best about going to the bakery -
I like to look at the special orders at the bakery.
I like to see whose birthday it is and who is getting married and who is celebrating a baby.
I can't help feeling happy when I leave - it was Bob's birthday, Francis Patrick was blessed, and the Ernestos had a beautiful wedding cake.
The Mazel Tov cake looks pretty fine to me too.
I am glad they are spendy because otherwise I would be eating them nonstop.
I was actually first in line, but she pushed ahead of me and then pretended not to see my death stare.
But I do have something to say: I love that the cake shop finally opened in our little town (the sign has been up for MONTHS...)! I love looking at cakes!
Much safer viewing this way though :)
I wish I could see the Mazel Tov cake better. Those sunflowers are so pretty.