Dear Loyal Readers,
I apologize for the lull in posts. The culprit: a particularly odious cheese danish.
Normally, I am a clear advocate for pastries and potential pastries everywhere. I am staunchly pro-pastry. However, the cheese danish has betrayed my trust.
One morning a week ago, I went to a local bakery to buy some breakfast goods. I really wanted one of those Dominican fried savory cheese pockets, so I naively pointed at a square-croissant looking thing and asked, "Does this have cheese?"
"Yes," she replied, and then my fate was sealed.
It did have cheese. Sort of like rotten over-sweet cheesecake mushed inside a sticky croissant facade. Was it a pastry? Arguably. It was (apparently) intended as a breakfast food, it flaked, it was sweet. And aren't danishes the pastry centerpiece of the Continental Breakfast?
The morning ended with me picking out gelatinous cheese filling on a subway platform so I could eat the croissant shell, as passerby watched in abject horror and disgust.
Is this what we've come to, pastry?
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