of baked goods and Easter
Mar. 30th, 2005 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittenscribbleCleaning out last weekend's receipts from my wallet:
3/27 02:06p: Bread & Chocolate of Chevy Chase, 1 butter croissant, 1 mocha, 1 espresso. Largest mocha ever. Wonderful, good strong coffee and just enough chocolate to speak up without being too sweet. Milk foam coated the top of the cup, which was the size of a soup bowl. It was too hot to touch at first; I had to lift the cup using the saucer. Heated me from throat to stomach, warm against the grey sky and drizzle outside. The place was brightly colored and busy, a constant flow of people through the door. Tempting pastries were arranged behind the counter, and they had just put out a basket of Easter bunny bread. (Hemingway fils mistook them for snails, the thin long ears reaching out like antennae, hunched bodies like swirling shells.)
3/27 06:14p: la Madeleine on Rockville Pike, 1 cheesecake (10 pieces). My mother had invited me over for my brothers' birthday dinner, but had forgotten to arrange for a cake. I volunteered to drop by a bakery on my way up to Rockville, see what I could get, but I had forgotten to account for Easter Sunday. Shop after shop was closed or closing, and when I pulled up at the Giant, they were chasing out the last of the customers. I looked across the street; la Madeleine was surrounded by cars. The dessert case was depressingly bare and for a moment I thought fleetingly of purchasing what small pastries I could, but the man assured me that they had one or two cheesecakes left. He took one out of the refrigerator, topped it with dark red strawberries, handed it across the counter with a smile.
3/27 02:06p: Bread & Chocolate of Chevy Chase, 1 butter croissant, 1 mocha, 1 espresso. Largest mocha ever. Wonderful, good strong coffee and just enough chocolate to speak up without being too sweet. Milk foam coated the top of the cup, which was the size of a soup bowl. It was too hot to touch at first; I had to lift the cup using the saucer. Heated me from throat to stomach, warm against the grey sky and drizzle outside. The place was brightly colored and busy, a constant flow of people through the door. Tempting pastries were arranged behind the counter, and they had just put out a basket of Easter bunny bread. (Hemingway fils mistook them for snails, the thin long ears reaching out like antennae, hunched bodies like swirling shells.)
3/27 06:14p: la Madeleine on Rockville Pike, 1 cheesecake (10 pieces). My mother had invited me over for my brothers' birthday dinner, but had forgotten to arrange for a cake. I volunteered to drop by a bakery on my way up to Rockville, see what I could get, but I had forgotten to account for Easter Sunday. Shop after shop was closed or closing, and when I pulled up at the Giant, they were chasing out the last of the customers. I looked across the street; la Madeleine was surrounded by cars. The dessert case was depressingly bare and for a moment I thought fleetingly of purchasing what small pastries I could, but the man assured me that they had one or two cheesecakes left. He took one out of the refrigerator, topped it with dark red strawberries, handed it across the counter with a smile.
