I just have to brag that I now reside, however temporarily, around the corner from this fine establishment:
Behind those tall glass windows can be found breads and pastries to sate the appetite of this carb-hungry town. Behold the pumpkin seed sourdough loaf I purchased today:
I deliberately did not take photographic evidence of the chocolate stuffed pastries I may or may not have consumed. Instead, admire my patriotic purchase from the Wednesday farmer’s market!
What? “Get back to work”? Fine. Here’s some evidence of my internly activities of the day:
I admit to being delirious with hunger at the time of packaging. That explains the scrabbly handwriting, anyway.
Back to folding t-shirts I go.
It’s really not fair. Matthew and Robbi leave for places where they can dine on such incredible cuisine at restaurants such as Subway and Chipotle and the incomparable Buffalo Wild Wings, and they leave you behind with such drab food choices? I hope they are paying you extra in food hazard pay.
Hi Emma, Are you still a pot thrower?
Peter – Compared to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, my current hometown, the food choices here are phenomenal.
Mare – I am still a pot thrower in my heart. I haven’t made time for it in the past year or so, though. I am planning to join a clay co-op that just started around the corner from my house in Tuscaloosa, though!