I love Batard. It's on Fraser Street, tucked right in there where you're just about to drive by thinking Yelp has failed you and voila! We ate some perfect little cakes that picked out with our hungry eyes and risking gluttony, left with a gorgeous little loaf of bread basically gift-wrapped in plain paper.
I so feel for people who have issues/fears/trauma from CARBS. I could eat a loaf of bread in one sitting all by my stoney lonesome. (this is not a confession. not this time, anyway.)
This weekend, I'm going to bake bread. I was inspired by this picture posted today by the bakery:
How did this happen?
How can I make this happen?
I hope it's just a trick of the camera that makes him look scared. Anyway, who needs a preschooler in your life when you can make a bread version of one!!