The first studio First Chamber had in Seattle was a converted factory located in a seedy part of town.
Within easy walking distance I discovered a real Danish bakery, run by real Danes and making real Danish pastries.
Oh the joy...
and if you hit it at the right time, just when the pastries came out of the oven, there would be nothing closer to rapture.
One day on a break I hit the magic moment and decided to be generous and buy pastries for my hard working friends at the studio.
The pastry was so hot they had to punch holes in the pink box I was given with the lot.
And on my way I allowed myself a taste, and another.....and another
so when I was a few blocks from the studio I realized I did not have enough left to share with my friends....
and ate the last ones too.
AH, the guilt, but somehow I got over it real fast.
I don't recall if I ever told my friends about the pastries.
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