Sunday, August 28, 2016
In Search of Great Bakes
Oh god I want a great pastry, cake or bread. Something perfectly baked. Not underdone and raw, but not over-baked and burnt. Just right. Something with good flavor, a perfect bake. Give it to me you son of a bitch. I know you are holding out on me. I will come to you and demand a danish, and you best give it to me! I want to wake up in the morning, a beautiful morning, and have a tender pain au raisin and a great cup of coffee. I want to smell the aromas and smile and look like Benjamin in that old Foldger's Coffee commercial. I want that look, the one which proves to the world you're satisfied with your life. Give me the pastry; give me the satisfaction.