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Such a simple elegance to these little guys. The buttery sweet richness was the perfect compliment to a morning cuppa. Tiny joys.


Such a simple elegance to these little guys. The buttery sweet richness was the perfect compliment to a morning cuppa. Tiny joys.
You can’t be happier than happy. Scrum-diddly-umptious!
Delicious pastry, sad story. I lost my best friend a couple of days ago. We spoke 41 minutes on the phone that morning, and four hours later I got THE CALL he was gone. It’s been a wild roller coaster of emotions, and still, there is work to be done and I can’t seem to settle my mind. It’s not that I have any regrets, or left anything unsaid. I just miss him and that makes me very sad. I keep thinking the next time I lose someone close I’m going to be this Jedi master of navigating the emotions… nope, still humbled by loss. Perhaps it’s just our capacity for love that allows us to feel loss so deeply? On the flip side it brings me so much joy to have known and loved him. What a gift it was to call him my best friend. What an honor it is to be able to carry the best parts of his spirit forward. Anyhow, here’s to that guy, my best friend. I love you man. Rest easy.
The onslaught of pastries and pediatrics continues. This might be dumb, but I’m going to share. I’ve been trying to slow down a bit to really enjoy every bite of these pastries. On this day I combined one nibble of pastry with every disease process I completed. I noticed each bite sat with my palate a tad longer. It wasn’t just a good pastry, but an experienced one… the contrast of the flaky buttery crust, the sweetness of the fruit and course sugar on the outside. My effort, studying felt revitalized after each bite. Moral of the story, I think I’ve been eating too fast or this pastry just thinned the veil between heaven and earth. Anyhow, hard to pass these guys up when they’re on the menu!
A buttery, flaky, hunk of joy.
Simple pleasure.
Tis the season for fresh strawberries!
Tis always the season for chocolate.