Morning, Garkyfans! (It’s still morning here, I think. Maybe.) The sun is out, the humidity level has dropped to an acceptable level, and I’m about to duck out for a few days of much-needed R&R*. I can’t reveal the nature of my plans — not yet, anyway — but know that There Will Be Revelry. Revelry, sun, and lots of good food.
I’ll be back midweek, at which time you can expect a solid post. For now, enjoy this picture of a scone I just ate: I hate to say it, but this guy looked better than he tasted. On my way back from the tailor, I ducked into French Bakery (21st and Taraval), partly in accordance with my Neighborhood Exploration Initiative and partly because I was too lazy to cook anything for lunch. To my distress, the pastry selection was underwhelming: a few scones, a few muffins, some croissants, some baguettes. I went with the maple walnut scone for one simple reason: I wanted frosting.
Dry-crumbed and dusty, this scone left me unimpressed. The walnuts were bitter, and the bottom was a wee bit tough. Sickly sweet as it was, the frosting was unable to offset the other deficiencies.
Ah, well: if I hadn’t been so bleary-eyed this morning, I could have made myself something that didn’t taste like pulp. Physician, heal thyself, or something.
On that note, cheerio!
*Oh, god: did I really just write “R&R?” #shiiiiiit