A Savory Treat

I continue to work at a bakery.

I really like this bakery. I think the staff is delightful. We are all working to overcome the stress of a new staff. A new time in life. New shit going on.

Like my dad said today, like is a period of transition and adjustment.

Like my mother says, 'soon this will be a distant memory'.

All things are in transition.

Soon you will be dead.

But there is one thing at this bakery that I simply cannot resist: the turkey and swiss croissant.

Fuck me.

We all know what a croissant is. Tons of layers of butter and dough, folded over on themselves, made to rise all crispy and crazy! Fuck yeah.

You fold that dough, son. You make all those flaky layers for my enjoyment. Yes. Thanks.

Oh.

What's that? You want to put meat in that shit? You are gonna put a bunch of turkey and delicious cheese inside all these dope ass layers of flaky baked ass butter?

Fuck yeah?

Its gonna look like what?!

LIKE THISIS?!

Fuck yeah.

I really just want to fix the formatting on this page.

But I love savory croissants.

I also love latte art. Then I put that latte art in my mouth.

Sip by sip, stretching and distorting the images I have crafted.

I'm working on a tulip. Which, when done properly, looks like this:

Making a heart is pretty simple. And the tulip is merely a series of hearts stacked on top of one another, with a final line pulled through to connect it all.

What fun I have with latte art.