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A Much Needed Pick-Me-Up

On Friday, I Tweeted this:

image After three days spent in bed, 10 days of a straight fever and the remnants of a sore throat and sinus infection, I was feeling pretty lousy.

Thankfully, my sister knows there are two ways to make me happy.



And chocolate.


Our original plan was to meet-up in the East End for coffee before my shift at the running store this morning. But getting around the city on a Sunday morning is slooooow. So I ended up going to her. She was conveniently located at Le Gourmand at Queen & Spadina.


I’d already eaten breakfast by this point because not eating the second I roll out of bed is not an option. Oh, hell, I also already had one coffee. You know, coffee to get me out of the house for coffee.


Apparently Le Gourmand is known for their big and thick cookies, but Sara and I had other plans.


Sara insists these are the best croissants in Toronto. I can’t back this statement up a they’re the only croissants I’ve had in Toronto.


I knew I was in for a good time when I saw how much was flaking off the outside. The first sign of a good croissant is an incredibly flaky outer shell.


The second sign? A spacious, soft and buttery inside. You should never feel the need to add butter to a croissant, for there should be enough baked into the pastry already. This one gets two BIG thumbs up from me!!

Of course, one always needs chocolate for good measure.


Not sure what these were called, but they were comparable to a lava cake. Outer chocolate cake shell with a soft, fudgy and creamy centre.


Very rich, but the cocoa used to make this was SO good. Definitely not cheap. And delicious with the day’s second coffee ;)


After almost two weeks of being the sickest I’ve been in years, I’m happy to report I’ve now come through the other side. I may workout for the first time in 10 days tomorrow. I may do laundry. I will definitely get my drivers licence renewed. Big things. And I thank my sis for this butter and chocolate pick-me-up I so greatly needed <3


Question of the Day: What’s the best thing you ate this weekend? I love hearing the answer to this one!

The Bakery That Changed My Life

It’s pretty common knowledge that San Francisco is a bit of a foodie haven. When telling people I would be visiting San Francisco, even those who didn’t know I’m a tad food obsessed, immediately lushed about how much I would love the food.

In the past three days here at the Foodbuzz Festival in San Fran, I’ve eaten some of the best food my tongue and tummy have ever experienced. Two dollar dim sum, fish tacos, s’mores and escargot lollipops. To name a few.

This post however is dedicated to my favourite place thus far. A little place called Tartine Bakery.


As soon as you come within range of its 18th & Guerrero location, you’re immediately hit with the scent of freshly baked bread. People are lined up on the street outside at all times of day. I got the feeling it was a place worth waiting for.

Bread isn’t just bread to them, but a form of art.



Astrid and I found ourselves with some spare time on Friday morning. We decided it would be best spent at a local bakery. You know, as opposed to the Golden Gate Bridge or something touristy.


I’d just been telling Astrid about my new found fear of croissants. I’m not sure about you, but I did not know that it’s essentially pastry dough rolled up with a stick of butter inside. I should have known better, but it was shocking information to me.


I thought I could never eat a croissant again after learning this.

Then Tartine happened.


I ordered a morning bun with orange cinnamon sugar. To my surprise, it was more like a croissant all rolled up with cinnamon.


My oh my. Stick of butter what?? Pretty sure Tartine uses two sticks of butter and it is gooooood. Flaky on the outside, soft on the inside. Lightly sweetened with a hint of orange.

Astrid’s banana bread was thick and chock full of walnuts.


Happy bellies filled with butter and coffee!





I spent the rest of the day talking about Tartine and the criossant-like cinnamon bun that changed my life. So not surprisingly, it became our destination for breakfast on Saturday morning.


This time with my Foodbuzz roomies Holly, Janetha, Elise, Danica and “The Husband.”


Our cameras were all a flutter as we fawned over the pastries.




It was still too early for their Croque Monsieur, so I went with the next best thing – pain au jambon.


Another criossant. Tartine may have created a criossant monster out of me.


This croissant was even flakier and even softer in the middle. The huge pieces of ham made for a wonderfully savoury and filling breakfast. And I swear I detected crispy melted cheese on the bottom.


A taste of Danica’s criossant with gruyere and pepper.


We may have skipped the first Foodbuzz breakout session to make this trip. Once again, pastries took priority.

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After devouring our croissants, we watched one of the bakers slice up 20 lbs of butter and put it into a mixing bowl.

My stomach no longer lurches at the thought of a buttery croissant. Thanks to Tartine it now says “more.”