Manchester is a busy arterial road, and I think I missed every stop light. In the bakery there were several people ahead of us in line, but that gave me a chance to check out all the delectable-looking things behind the counter. I kept
changing my mind until it was my turn to order. After we paid for our things we drove to a nearby
park, found a bench in the shade, and dug in.
My Veronique pastry was a delightful combination of sponge cake, creamy cheese, mousse,
and black currants. It was beautifully composed, and probably photo worthy,
but I was hungry and dug in. Tony's chocolate croissant had layers of flaky
dough and chocolate, with slivered almonds sprinkled on top. It didn't take long until there was nothing but crumbs left.
Five years ago today: Color Coding