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.
The fact that I’ve sampled the Kouign Amann, Lemon Tart, Croque Monsieur, Quiche Lorraine and Chouquette really only tells you that I’ve been there at least once. Continue reading
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.
Gotta go, I don’t like the way the lady next to me is eyeing my plate.