It isn't fair

You have met my friend Anita. She is my friend who bakes the fabulously delicious and sinfully good Streussel Kuchen. Anita was visiting yesterday and it is customary that we go for long walks into the countryside. We gathered wild asparagus and ate it right then and there. Then we walked to our Spring and picked watercress and munched on it.


It is now that the story gets complicated.

Anita brought her sister-in-law Christina. Christina is the Pastry Chef for the finest French Bakery this side of the Mississippi. Not only are her pastries beautiful they are also irresistible. Of course, I had to take a picture of these little works of perfection. Safe enough, right? After all, they were all wrapped up in cellophane and tied with a pretty pink ribbon.





But then, I wanted to get them out of their wrapping for a close-up. And that is when I just had to have the yellow cookie.

And then I had to taste the green one.

And then there were none. AND then I packaged up the plate and sent it off. I sent it to a charming young woman who saw it in my Etsy shop.


Gina