I passed the bakery department last night, as I always do on my way to the deli case and/or olive bar. Mine eye fell upon that tastiest of all pastries, the almond croissant. Hell, I thought, it's the weekend! As I put my puffy, nutty treat in its bakery bag of happiness, I could not help but notice another delight. A chocolate croissant, a.k.a. pain au chocolate, caught my attention and would not yield.
I was flummoxed. I adore pain au chocolat. Yet, I would never, ever pass up an almond croissant. What ever to do? Decide the situation is much like the rivalry between the Montagues and the Capulets, buy both, and take a few liberties with Shakespeare. Obviously.
And so I find myself on a Saturday morning, curled up with a nice cup of coffee, two pastries, and my Riverside Shakespeare. Not a bad way to start the weekend.
Two croissants, both alike in dignity,
In fair Wegmans, where we lay our scene,
From ancient pastry break to new tastiness,
Where sugary crumb makes civil hands unclean.
To eat or not to eat, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The fat and calories of outrageous pastry,
Or to eat both with a cup of coffee,
And by exercising, burn them?
Alas, poor pastry, I knew him, croissant.
Okay, okay. I know it takes a very special kind of person to appreciate that. Have no fear. I have a potluck later, so I'm going to go bake some easy cookies that everyone will love. I'll share that with thee very soon! Until then...
Keep it sweet.