I’m complaining. Actually I think I’ll back up and talk about Mondays and my daughter, well, one of my daughters, and then I’ll get to the pain au chocolat.
I love Mondays. I never suffer those Monday morning blues because Monday is my catch up day. After hubby has been home for three days in a row- he’s very distracting – and after we’ve had a busy weekend like this past weekend, Mondays are pure pleasure.
This morning Jake got himself invited to a going away party. One of his girlfriends, Olivia, is moving away, so all the dogs in her play group received a phone call to come play on Olivia’s last day. Oh so sad!
After I dropped Jake off, who was quite excited to see his girls, I stopped at a nearby primo bakery to pick up a pain au chocolat. There’s nothing better than a fresh buttery chocolaty pain au chocolat. And I don’t eat them often, like maybe once a year if that, but I’d stopped in the bakery last week with my daughter and I thought the chocolate croissants looked good so I wanted to try one.
Imagine… Monday morning, 9 a.m. The pain au chocolat oughta be fresh, right? Delectable. Tasty.
No. Damn it. First clue: I reached into the bag and attempted to tear the pain au chocolat in half, it didn’t tear. Had to wait until I parked so I could use both hands to pull it apart.
Here’s what’s wonderful about a chocolate croissant – a good chocolate croissant is delicate, tender, flaky, buttery but not greasy, it’s not sweet but it should contain enough chocolate to provide a nice contrast to the savory pastry. Tender really is the operative word here.
This particular pain au chocolat was dry and crispy, the first taste coated the roof of my mouth with a greasy film, and I noted that it contained very little chocolate. I ate a couple small test bites and then found a flock of crows… wait, that would be a murder of crows… ripped the thing apart and tossed it to them. I’m sure they enjoyed it. Be warned – birds should not eat chocolate. However there was so little chocolate involved I wasn’t particularly worried.
I know a stale croissant when I taste one because in one of my professional incarnations I was a pastry chef. And anyway I have a really sensitive palate so if I hadn’t been a pastry chef I would still have cried foul, or fowl if I was a murder of crows.
Pissed me off. $3.75 for crow food. The upshot? Won’t stop at that bakery again because I learned the following- on a Monday morning, when most people visiting a bakery are looking for a nice treat, I got stuck with a stale pain au chocolat. Obviously the bakery had some left over from the weekend and somebody in charge decided to foist them off on the public. I feel so disrespected.
Is there a point to my rant? Your guess is as good as mine. Now I have to make my own pain au chocolat. Yeah… yeah… I’ll let you know how it turns out. Oh, maybe the take home message is don’t foist stale crap on the public.
Oh, my daughter? You’ll have to wait for another day.