Of course I got the standard butter croissant. But in an instant I longed for something savory too. So I asked for the ham & gruyere croissant as well. It had to be eaten. And it had to be eaten with a coffee. Black. Always. I took one bite of the butter croissant... it was flaky with just enough of that butter essence. No margarine or shortening here. Then I took a bite of the ham and cheese croissant. A bit more firm. Yesss, the cheese... oh, the cheese. Good. A sip of coffee. My mind was darting here and there. I ate the pastries the way I made my selections at the counter. If only I could make my pastry decisions the way I make my decisions about my coffee...
The white, vanilla bean Parisian macarons were staring at me in the display case. They really were. They were staring at me with their little vanilla bean spots... and they were saying... you want me. Eat me. Now. Please. I could envision them blinking at me. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted to eat it. Right away. Yes, please.
So a single, lone macaron was bought. And that single, lone macaron was eaten. Mmm... fluffy and creamy and stretchy all at the same time. These three little pastries were enough to make me believe that Pearl Bakery makes treasured jewels of their baked goods. Yum, but my mind was darting again. It was time for doughnuts. Off we go! Until we meet again at the doughnut shop (in 10 minutes), let's all get S.O.F.A.T.
ML - 20130624