The thing is, when there’s something like croissants baking in the oven, it’s hard to really get anything done. The apartment fills with the rich scent of butter, and it’s so strong you can almost see it wafting through the air, a serpentine trail of wispy translucent white. While croissants are baking, you have to relinquish control, settle in, and just breathe. It’s kind of a Zen thing, really.
Now, unfortunately Dan’s recent scholarship at the has coincided with the onset of the season during which most normal people shed their bulky winter duds and start baring skin. The idea of baring any skin has become sort of terrifying, since I suspect that I now have quite a bit more of it, due to unrestrained overconsumption of baked goods, than I did at this time last year.
Here’s hoping the abundance of salad greens in our weekly distribution will balance out what is certain to be a long string of croissant-and-coffee breakfasts.
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I must say that even just reading this and gazing at the images feels like cruel and unusual punishment.
But, on the bright side – we have raspberries coming in!
Well, the fact that you have actual fruit ripening is a kind of torture for us — it was 56 degrees here yesterday.