It’s been one week. Not just since that which shall not be named, but since I made a discovery. That morning the husband and I went down to our polling place together, and then parted ways. He drove to the co-op, I walked to our local library to get my write on. But it hadn’t opened yet. Doh. So I made a course correction, heading to our friendly neighborhood coffee shop/bakery instead. I ordered a soy milk steamer, having already caffeinated that morning, and inquired as to whether a plain bread roll was vegan-friendly. It was not. But the kind proprietress informed me that the apple-stuffed cinnamon crispies are. All these years and I’d had no idea. This could get ugly. After all, they’re only a buck and damned tasty. But with the husband baking oodles of snickerdoodles at home, and me jonesing to crank out some pumpkin pies soon, cinnamon crispies are the last thing I need. To make things worse, we’ve just discovered that Breadsmith makes vegan pecan rolls. As soon as I heard the news, around 7:30 Sunday morning, I hopped in the shower, then loaded the family into the car. We arrived just after they’d opened for the morning but learned that the vegan pecan rolls are only available on Saturdays and Thursdays. That’s probably for the best. Our consolation prize that morning? The vegan chocolate babka. We’re riding into the danger zone. Dam my sweet tooth, dam it all to hell.
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