Croissants.
I had my first and best croissant in Baltimore in, I would guess, 1980. It was everything a croissant should be: flaky and buttery beyond comprehension. I took a bite, was in heaven, took another, left heaven in the dust. I gnawed on that fucker til it was gone and wanted more...but in looking up, I realized my family had walked off without me. In a panic I spun around in every direction, looking...nothing. I took off running, darting through a huge crowd, hoping to spot Brothatime!!'s Vince Ferragamo Rams jersey. And this was back in the day when your parents could leave you in a big crowd in a big city and not bother to look for you, and Social Services would say "kid, quit calling this number, we're busy." I remember it was scorching hot, I was lost, and in the middle of a kazillion strangers.
Obviously, I found Brothatime!! and that jersey. Panic averted. But 29 years later, I'm still looking for that croissant. Can still taste it, and every one I've had since has been a letdown.
3 comments:
Supermarket croissants are usually pretty good, get some of those.
*wrings hand and laughs maniacally*
Just say no to croissants wrapped in plastic.
No croissant will ever be as glorious as the first one. They're like heroin that way. It is known.
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