We have all experienced it. That happy little trip to the bakery. That enticing and irresistible golden topping on a donut. The unavoidable purchase. The anxious anticipation...is it caramel? Is it maple? Then...the first bite...and the sting of disappointment. Some sick person has covered that pastry with peanut butter icing. Ah, the frustration. Peanut butter. Might as well have eaten a piece of broccoli or celery. Don't get me wrong. I am not anti-peanut, or more precisely, not anti-peanut butter frosting. It is just that it needs to be labeled. People should be aware of the flavor of frosting so they do not get PTSD...Post Tasting Stress Disorder. This all came to a head because I went to a luncheon the other day. They had the most amazing looking cake there. It had thick brown frosting which looked to me to be caramel. I knocked over several people getting to the ...
Wannaskan Almanac
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. — William Faulkner