it surely and purely was

I tried out a new bakery the other day.   I did it as an early "one and done" for February.  See there, I am now officially ahead of myself in the resolution revolution game.   Sasha's is technically in the library district, not far from the river market area in Kansas City, and worth the trip. 

I forced myself to move away from my usual morning pastry selection.   I did not get a scone, but rather let my inner Parisian come out by ordering instead, Pain au Chocolat.  I was instantly transported back to a cold day in February of 2005 when I ate my very first chocolate croissant.  

My sister and I had tumbled out of our hobbit hotel (Hotel du Bellay) in Blois, at the crack of dawn and we ventured out into the world of cafe creme and croissant for breakfast.  Such a lovely and civilized custom. 

Michelle, was the very nice young woman behind the counter who made every single person who walked in the door feel right at home by calling most of them by their first names, and if she didn't know your name she found something else to talk to you about.   In the pastry case were many reasons to come back.  And I haven't even told you that my cappuccino served in an apple green porcelain mug was warm and creamy and the perfect ratio of foam to espresso. 

I did already mention the croissant was sheer perfection didn't I?  Oh it was.  It surely and purely was.  

Comments

[Joan]

I'm so envious of all the wonderful eateries in your part of the world. We have nothing to compare in one of the major resort areas in the country.

[LynneW]

What kind of readers have you that so few have commented on French pastries. I could just smell them from my sofa- and, no, I don't live near a bakery! ;-)