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Higher Math & Eating Desserts

During my visit with my mother, I faced many challenges, the biggest of which came on July 18. On that day we traveled to a new bakery. While I stared at the artisan bread, muffins, giant striped croissants, multi-colored pastries, assorted cookies, and nougat, she asked what I wanted. “The raspberry croissant, please,” I said.

“What else?” she said.

“Nougat.” It was a small, white square with pistachios, sunflower seeds, and what looked like dried orange peel. It reminded me of something I ate in Istanbul.

“And what else?”

I contemplated the cheesecake, carrot cake, the macarons with passionfruit cream and berries, and the opera cake that promised flavors of chocolate and hazelnut. Of course, I had to have that.

Driving home, she asked when I would eat them. Once home, she asked in what order.

I thought and thought. Because I could not make up my mind, I decided to call on higher math. I posed my dilemma to the permutation gods. Should I eat nougat, croissant, opera cake or nougat, opera cake, croissant? Should I eat croissant, nougat, opera cake or croissant, opera cake, nougat?  Should I eat opera cake, nougat, croissant or opera cake, croissant, nougat?

I put a lot of thought into when I ate nougat. I decided to have it in the middle, a bridge between flaky raspberry chocolate croissant and melt in my mouth hazelnut chocolate cake.

As you can see from the photos, I forgot to photograph nougat. You will also understand why I felt so challenged. I had my hands full–as well as my mouth.

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Dog Day Afternoon ~ Myth or Reality?

I hope everyone had a good Valentine’s Day!

My beloved dog, Schnoodel, turned seven. We celebrated her birthday with an off leash romp and party at the park.

Before the party, we visited the market and eyed the pastry selection, made by the store’s in house European bakery. Since it was Schnoodel’s special day, I asked what she would like for a treat.

Without a moment’s paws, she replied, “Woof woof, bow wow wow, bark bark,” which in Bichon translated into “A slice of Princess Torte, please.”

After playing catch for what seemed like hours, it was time to focus on more serious matters: eating.

Schnoodel sat on the picnic table between me and my boyfriend. She listened appreciatively to our “happy birthday to you” duet.

She watched as I unwrapped her cake. Of course, I gave her first dibs. She nibbled at the pink marzipan and licked the layer of cream, but then she refused the rest.

She said she was stuffed already.

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Cupcake Rescue League To The Rescue!

Helping those in need gives me a warm glow. Thus, I was thrilled when the Cupcake Rescue League’s answering service forwarded a call to me. A call for help. The call came from none other than my partner in crime.

It so happens one of his jobs involves working at a high end cupcake shop. On the night I skipped town, he had gone to this shop. In addition to payment, the manager offered him two boxes of sixteen cupcakes each. He couldn’t handle that many cupcakes on his own, so he took one box. He ate a few cupcakes, then reached out to me for help.

It so happens I had skipped town to visit the Cupcake Rescue League’s Vice President. I conferred with her as to the proper way to deal with the situation. She said he should wrap each cupcake in Saran Wrap and freeze them so that they’d be ready for my return.

The suggestion was just what he needed. It was the icing on the cake.

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