So this little stand shows up at the farmers market on both Tuesdays and Thursdays. They have delicious Berliner donuts, cookies, butter animals, cakes, croissants, and pajazzo bread (see entry: A Fine Turkey Sandwich.... I guess I'm really into turkey sandwiches this week). Then there are the beautiful soft pretzels, pretzel sticks, and pretzel bread. Outside of Bavaria, I've yet to find such delicious pretzels as those baked up by the Swiss Bakers of Reading, MA. Each pretzel has a little bit of a crust, and that pillowy inner bread. Now, when I stop by this stand, usually I'll pick up a pretzel stick or a pretzel to supplement whatever I had brought for lunch from home that day. But on occasion, I'm tired, and I don't make my damn lunch for the next day. Yesterday was such a day. With a shit-eating grin on my face (ironic, no? no shit to be eaten today) I ordered a turkey sandwich on a pretzel baguette, and did a little jig all the way back to my cubicle.
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