life as an aspiring amateur
Once, I ate a cinnamon roll, warm from the oven and as large as a human face. I included my hand in the picture for context, but I don’t think this shot even does it justice, even with the hand. Notice the lady-sized portions that are not in front of me.
Not pictured: Vat of unlimited cream cheese frosting available for slathering. I did not regret this even for one second. Isles Bun, you are it. Midafternoon sugar comas for all. Goodnight.
Lauren
Look at this old building I found! It is called Purity Bakery. I don’t think it is currently producing delicious yeast breads, I can only imagine what the bakery must have been like in its golden years…
The most delicate white breads with crusts unblemished by homely bubbles. Spotless counter space filled with the most organically sourced ingredients. And bakers who, in addition to having flawless skin, donned chastity belts every morning before work.
L
These shots look like champagne and backseams and glamour, don’t you think? I can’t get enough. It’s like staring at a fire.
Yes, pleasing,
L
