Pastries of Seattle aka Food Porn

Today, I shamelessly bring you a content free post. All I've got for you here are some pictures of some tasty little pastries I ate while I was in Seattle. I can guarantee that you will not enjoy the pictures as much as I enjoyed the treats!

Above is the Lemon Curd Tart with Toasted Marshmallow and Candied Grapefruit.

Here we have an Espresso Eclair. Yum...breakfast.

This was my favorite of all things tasty Seattle. A Coconut Cream Pie Bite. Yowza it was delicious.

And finally as promised earlier, a Buttermilk Lemon Thyme Cupcake with Huckleberry Buttercream. It was phenomenal. (Hopefully you can't see that the other side was smooshed. I ran into the bakery door with cupcake in hand and smooshed one side of it into my boob. Which was a nice little icing souvenir on my sweater all day.)

I am seriously going to miss being in a place with a bakery on every corner.

Why "Buttermilk Grosses Me Out"?

Mostly because it does. I mean, I have always found chunky milk to be repulsive, but I remember the day that I stopped buying buttermilk. I had purchased a rather large quantity because there was no small option at the grocery store. And I made the biscuits (or whatever it was that I bought it to make) and the buttermilk sat in the fridge for a week. So I say to The Captain (my boyfriend) "hey, how do you know when buttermilk goes bad?" And he says, "I have no idea." So I googled it. Ugh. Gross.

So buttermilk is milk that is already soured. And everyone was like "Oh it lasts forever. It's already gone sour. Just shake it up til the chunks get small enough and you can use it til its gone." Well, I'm not hip to dairy products that are already bad or that last forever. So I no longer buy buttermilk. If A recipe calls for it, I sour a cup of whole milk myself with the juice of half a lemon. Cause lemons DON'T gross me out.