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Bakery Run
One thing I really like about Belgium, Switzerland, and the Netherlands is the bakeries. In Belgium and the Netherlands, we breakfasted at bakeries most days. In Switzerland, we joined our friends in using them to help with their resolution to eat chocolate daily.
Well, we may be ignorant brutes here, but we do have bakeries. I decided to let myself go to one, even though I am not on vacation. (Actually, I am taking a vacation day, but I do have access to my kitchen and do not need a bakery.)
Yesterday I searched for bakeries in Austin. I found that Yelp let me search by region. In my part of town, they showed two bakeries. One was Mrs. Johnson's, a well-reviewed donut place open at night. The other was a cinnamon roll place near the mall which apparently has other pastries and sandwiches as well.
So then I looked at the part of town where I work. They showed two places there, too. One is Tiff's Treats, which has pretty much nothing but cookies. The other is Texas French Bread, home of the fabulous Hyde Park Fudge Cake (though recent reviews say this is no longer as good as it once was).
Today I decided to go to my current favorite bakery, the Upper Crust. So sad, it's closed the entire time I'm off work. There are workmen inside doing stuff. It may be new and improved next time I'm there.
So then I decided to stop by Quackenbush's. Unfortunately, this turns out not to be the kind of bakery that makes me think, "oh, yum, how do I choose between all these fabulous things?" Instead, it's the kind of bakery that makes me think, 'oh, I can make that myself, and it would probably be just as good, it would almost certainly be healthier, and it would most definitely be cheaper." So I went to the cute grocery store across the street where I also bought nothing. I thought of going to La Dolce Vita, the fabulous Italian gelato place next door, but just wasn't in the mood.
So I went to a place sort of in my neighborhood to which I was introduced recently. They didn't have any bread, but they did have yummy things I never make myself and so I got three donuts. I also got two sausage jalapeno rolls for Robin. Mission accomplished.
(Yes, yes, I'm an ignorant brute myself and so I feel satisfied with the donuts even though they really shouldn't compare to dark chocolate croissants, for example.)
**
Getting out of my car, I slammed my knee into some part of the car so hard that I actually went light-headed. How could my car attack me like that? What did I do wrong? And how can I keep from ever doing that again?
I limped into the house, put a wet washcloth on the area and elevated my leg. But not before pouring a large glass of milk to go with my donuts.
Milk and donuts are now gone (yum!). Knee feels much too good to be broken or anything, and the only evidence of the attack is a tiny pink dot.
Overall, a very fine day.
Well, we may be ignorant brutes here, but we do have bakeries. I decided to let myself go to one, even though I am not on vacation. (Actually, I am taking a vacation day, but I do have access to my kitchen and do not need a bakery.)
Yesterday I searched for bakeries in Austin. I found that Yelp let me search by region. In my part of town, they showed two bakeries. One was Mrs. Johnson's, a well-reviewed donut place open at night. The other was a cinnamon roll place near the mall which apparently has other pastries and sandwiches as well.
So then I looked at the part of town where I work. They showed two places there, too. One is Tiff's Treats, which has pretty much nothing but cookies. The other is Texas French Bread, home of the fabulous Hyde Park Fudge Cake (though recent reviews say this is no longer as good as it once was).
Today I decided to go to my current favorite bakery, the Upper Crust. So sad, it's closed the entire time I'm off work. There are workmen inside doing stuff. It may be new and improved next time I'm there.
So then I decided to stop by Quackenbush's. Unfortunately, this turns out not to be the kind of bakery that makes me think, "oh, yum, how do I choose between all these fabulous things?" Instead, it's the kind of bakery that makes me think, 'oh, I can make that myself, and it would probably be just as good, it would almost certainly be healthier, and it would most definitely be cheaper." So I went to the cute grocery store across the street where I also bought nothing. I thought of going to La Dolce Vita, the fabulous Italian gelato place next door, but just wasn't in the mood.
So I went to a place sort of in my neighborhood to which I was introduced recently. They didn't have any bread, but they did have yummy things I never make myself and so I got three donuts. I also got two sausage jalapeno rolls for Robin. Mission accomplished.
(Yes, yes, I'm an ignorant brute myself and so I feel satisfied with the donuts even though they really shouldn't compare to dark chocolate croissants, for example.)
**
Getting out of my car, I slammed my knee into some part of the car so hard that I actually went light-headed. How could my car attack me like that? What did I do wrong? And how can I keep from ever doing that again?
I limped into the house, put a wet washcloth on the area and elevated my leg. But not before pouring a large glass of milk to go with my donuts.
Milk and donuts are now gone (yum!). Knee feels much too good to be broken or anything, and the only evidence of the attack is a tiny pink dot.
Overall, a very fine day.