There, I’ve disclosed my undisclosed location, where I go to leave work and cares behind. Saint Honoré Boulangerie, a French bakery. How often I go, however, remains between me and my belt.
Operation Feel Good is still on hold. Like other roads, mine has been paved with good intentions. After a few too many indulgences in Sonoma last week, my plan was to put OFG into operation. But then this morning, I had gone to my “undisclosed location,” my sanctuary, to think back on the last month of posts and the 2012 WordCount Blogathon.
That was a mistake.
The mistake was not looking back on the Blogathon, but heading to my undisclosed location, because it is a bakery, the site of the Kouign Amann (okay, so that’s probably how butter pops into my thoughts) and Chouquette. Continue reading
I’m on a diet right now so let’s keep this just between us.
My favorite bakery (I’ll discuss the bakery another day when there’s less butter on my fingers, might be a while) has started making Kouign Amann (I pronounce it “queen ah-mahn,” but quickly because I have no talent for French) or “butter cake.”
It’s a pastry from Brittany. Basically, puff pastry, butter and sugar, add more butter and sugar, a little more butter and sugar for good measure, and caramelize. Don’t bother faking an emergency text, just get up and leave the meeting you’re in and find yourself a Kouign Amann.