Almond croissants
Sep. 7th, 2019 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterThe plan this morning was for me to ride my bike to Troy after rowing practice and then meet up there with my mother-in-law (so to speak) and entourage to visit the farmer's market and other Troy destinations. I got there at 9:30, but they (LM and scrottie) didn't arrive until almost 11. I needed coffee and breakfast after rowing, so while I waited, I went over to the Placid Baker for a pastry and coffee.
That's my bike, parked off in the distance.
That time sitting and waiting was time spent thinking. Almond croissants will unfailingly remind me of my Dad. When I was fairly young, my Dad used to invite us kids to accompany him on the bicycling trip over to the University Village. In those days, the U Village was not some upscale mall. There was the Lamonts, the Pay-N-Save, and Ernst Hardware, which had popcorn. Dad would ride his three-speed with the big basket on the front, and we would ride our bikes across the Montlake Bridge and through the UW parking lots to get there.
Sometimes, after we'd finished our errands, my Dad would take us to the French Bakery for a croissant, as a treat, before we biked home again. I loved the smell of that bakery.
While I was sitting and waiting this morning, watching people walk by outside with dogs big and small, on their way to the farmer's market, I noticed a wasp walking on the window.
I tried to catch it with my coffeecup and empty plate, to release it outside, but when I lifted off the coffeecup, the wasp was more than happy to just sit there and walk around on the plate. Eventually she found a small pastry crumb, which she licked all over. When I got tired of holding the plate, I finally convinced her to walk onto one of the plants in a planter.
scrottie) didn't arrive until almost 11. I needed coffee and breakfast after rowing, so while I waited, I went over to the Placid Baker for a pastry and coffee.That's my bike, parked off in the distance.
That time sitting and waiting was time spent thinking. Almond croissants will unfailingly remind me of my Dad. When I was fairly young, my Dad used to invite us kids to accompany him on the bicycling trip over to the University Village. In those days, the U Village was not some upscale mall. There was the Lamonts, the Pay-N-Save, and Ernst Hardware, which had popcorn. Dad would ride his three-speed with the big basket on the front, and we would ride our bikes across the Montlake Bridge and through the UW parking lots to get there.
Sometimes, after we'd finished our errands, my Dad would take us to the French Bakery for a croissant, as a treat, before we biked home again. I loved the smell of that bakery.
While I was sitting and waiting this morning, watching people walk by outside with dogs big and small, on their way to the farmer's market, I noticed a wasp walking on the window.
I tried to catch it with my coffeecup and empty plate, to release it outside, but when I lifted off the coffeecup, the wasp was more than happy to just sit there and walk around on the plate. Eventually she found a small pastry crumb, which she licked all over. When I got tired of holding the plate, I finally convinced her to walk onto one of the plants in a planter.
