Life: Idiotropic

Another Sunday morning coffee, a few more sweets to try.  Two cafes con leche, then Kirk ordered a ham sandwich in white bread piped with mashed potatoes and baked.  He thought it might be more like a Croque Monsieur.  It wasn't.  But not horrible.  I ordered a Coca de cebolla... an onion tart on that traditional Spanish dough that is very thin, crunchy and just a bit too greasy for me, but delicious nonetheless.

Tiara asked that we bring her one of our favorite chocolate mousse rolls... Kirk wanted one too, so we we ordered two and Kirk was kind enough to share.  Then I got the rest of these goodies to divide up among 6 plates at home.  Each of the girls got one whole rich deliciously creamy chocolate profiterole eaten with gusto and begging for more.  The littles wouldn't try their Creme de Catalan filled pastry in the center, but Tiara and Kirk both really like it.  "It has flavor!" Kirk exclaimed with surprise.  The golden topping is crunchy and sweet - almost a caramel toffee on top of the creme puff below.  On the left is what Tiara and I thought would be fabulous.  A thin cake with mousse of red fruits then mousse of mango.  Beautiful, a work of art, not disgusting, but the fruit flavors were just not quite there.  Like fruit just before it's prime.  True flavor, not overly sweet, but just not fully developed either.  So far our little bakery has hit a home run in all things chocolate.  6/6 love it and all of it.  The others... well, it's nice to try something new.