The farmers market in my neighborhood is a delicious place of magic, wonder, and things to delight the senses. I love to peruse the stalls, sampling soups and spreads and breads. The vegan bakery looks so charming, like etsy was blended with anthropologie and shot through with a dash of country café.
So I suspend my disbelief and reach for a peach muffin.
Five dollars lighter, I lick my lips and prepare to make my oral assault. What’s that? How is it? Ummm, hmmm, gaaaaa, uhhh, kakakaaaaaaaa.
Hey, thanks for that sip of organic goat’s milk. Whew. I forgot there for a minute that sawdust is vegan.
I’m pretty particular when it comes to breads, pastries, pies, and baked goods. Since I don’t eat them every day, I want to make sure that when I do, it transports me to my grandmother’s kitchen, an authentic pâtisserie, or a dessert cart at a four-star restaurant.
I don’t want to conjure up the lumber yard, lawn clippings, or a wood chipper.
When it comes to baked goods, no butter + no eggs = no dice. There’s a lot to be said for going vegan, sure, but melt-in-your-mouth muffins and flaky croissants sure as shit isn’t a vegan baker’s sweet spot.
(photo: espressoandcream.com)
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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Okay, here's the OTHER thing!! DON"T call it pastry if it doesn't have actual butter, eggs, a levening agent or anything else that is classic pastry fodder. A vegan bar is not pastry. neither is matzo. If you have to make up another name for it, do. But pastry is reserved for actual PASTRY.
probably this isn't about me, but i got riled up.
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