An Afternoon in the Life Of...
I woke up this morning with a serious craving for a chocolate croissant. Not just any chocolate croissant - I wanted one of those marvelous chocolatines from Omega Artisan Baking. I got there and was disappointed to find out that she only makes them on Saturdays, but didn't leave without getting a piece of Boca Negra (black mouth) cake. Paul and I shared a piece last weekend, and this is the most evil, dense, overwhelmingly chocolate thing I have ever tasted in my entire life. If food=sex, boca negra cake = foodgasm.
See where else I went and what else I got in my journal.
See where else I went and what else I got in my journal.