A woman was next to me on the street admiring this view at the same time I was. I admit I bumped her out of the way to take this picture. Just a lil’ bit.
A woman was next to me on the street admiring this view at the same time I was. I admit I bumped her out of the way to take this picture. Just a lil’ bit.
yummmm
I would be so damn fat if I lived there. Somehow, the pastry here does not beckon me like the pastry there. It’s clearly the butter.
Yes, french butter is a magical animal. In fact the milk here is great too, somehow creamier with more flavor. Maybe it’s the cow that should be receiving all these props.
There’s the truest meaning of the term “feast for the eyes”. I love the real ingredients, butter and cream especially, and the most disappointing thing is when vendors fill their beautiful pastries with oil-based cream. What a…rip off.
Coming from an established stock of Wisconsinites, I must say: I’m intrigued.
A cheesehead like yourself would have a field day in this town. Must be good to be a Packers fan these days, eh?