I’m still kicking myself for not buying a slice of this cake. Or for that matter, the entire rest of the cake.
Getting half as much done in twice the time.
I’m still kicking myself for not buying a slice of this cake. Or for that matter, the entire rest of the cake.
When I am old and a real pain in the butt to be around, you have given me a plan. I’ll move into a flat across from the West Side market which will insure that family and friends will come visit. And. Oh yes. Pacify me with food from the market.
Re: flaky pie dough savouries – I was surprised to see it says ‘Irish’ on the counter glass; pasties are Cornish: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornish_pasty – and very popular in the UK. In fact, most town centres seem to have a Cornish pasty shop these days.
A Cleveland haiku:
Cleveland calls to us
To eat. And eat. Then eat more.
Except they say “et.”
Funny you should mention that. Two other members of your family had the very same idea. While we were there, Ron and Karen hatched the idea of Ron buying an “eating loft” right across the street from the market. Hmmm, I see a definite family resemblance.