Clearly there is something wrong here. My new obsession about writing a blog exploring my endeavors in to anorexia have been dashed via a detor to the Rheinlander Bakery in old town Arvada.
Who was I fooling? I can’t be anorexic. I am way to drawn to food; especially no-holds-barred, unabashedly good looking treats like authentic European baked goods displayed as layers of bright colors and drippy gooeyness. I fell for everything in sight: cakes, strudels, and pastries oh my! They even have sugar free and gluten free options to fool me into believing what I was doing was a good thing. Not a good thing like saving baby seals but more like taking a step towards world peace (albeit a small step, well more like a shuffle, perhaps a stammer...).
I call this one "Cherry Turnover with Fruit Bowl".
Who was I fooling? I can’t be anorexic. I am way to drawn to food; especially no-holds-barred, unabashedly good looking treats like authentic European baked goods displayed as layers of bright colors and drippy gooeyness. I fell for everything in sight: cakes, strudels, and pastries oh my! They even have sugar free and gluten free options to fool me into believing what I was doing was a good thing. Not a good thing like saving baby seals but more like taking a step towards world peace (albeit a small step, well more like a shuffle, perhaps a stammer...).
With D’s fine consulting work, we settled for one Dobash, one Bienenstich, and, just at checkout, we both caved to an almighty cherry turnover. Once at home, I had to take a closer look. The photos don't do it justice but I’ve recorded my research below to inform the public.*
* This information will not be found on iheartanorexia.com
I call this one "Cherry Turnover with Fruit Bowl".