Sunday, October 19, 2008

Bakeries rock. No argument there. Lard and sugar are delicious.

And after watching the old-school drunk Polish folk rock out to an all-girl pop cover band at Taste of Polonia on a Sunday night, it’s clear that Polish people rock. But I already knew that since I’m half Polish.

So when the beautiful fall afternoon that was yesterday came and I had to choose a destination for my bike ride, I went with the Polish bakery. I avoided the stroller crowd at the snooty French bakery. Rode past the Greek, Vietnamese and Guatemalan bakeries (although all excellent in their own right), and continued through Korea Town and played chicken with the #81 Lawrence Avenue bus for four miles on my way to the very appropriately named Delightful Pastries. Our booty:

Clockwise from the upper left, that would be a loaf of seven grain bread, freshly sliced, a large portion of pineapple coconut torte cake, an almond croissant, and a dozen kolaczkis.

Next weekend we’ll hit the mall for some new, bigger pants.

What the hell happened? This blog used to be so rock n' roll. Now I'm writing about pastries. Check back next week and I'll update you on the tire pressure on my minivan.

I'm joking. Instead I loaded up the minivan with my posse and we went to see the Toadies tonight. I left them some banana bread.


ll said...

Good Xe! Do I ever miss any kind of bread with a grain in it!

keysunset said...

I'm happy because I eat lard.

And hey there LL!

HR said...

Could you taste the butter difference?

Anonymous said...

I love the embroidery under the bakery items.

Is that a pair of your shorts?