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Wickenden Street…

…truly a garden of earthly delights (only the middle panel, though).

Places I went to today in order to not be in my un-air-conditioned apartment:

Home of the previously mentioned lavender-honey cupcake.

I highly recommend the Duck and Bunny. It’s so cute you could puke, plus there are delicious foods. To be honest, I like the lunch/dinner fare more than the pastry, but that could just be my tendency towards savory foods over sweet. I once sampled an onion tart that was sharing space with the cupcakes and it was heavenly. I find the cupcakes extremely flavorful, although the cake itself can be a bit dry at times.

Wink nudge.

This shop often contains a cuddly English Bulldog. Today it did not; however it did contain Ducky, former barista at Reflections, the coffee shop I frequented until it closed last year. When places I like close it makes me happy to see that the people who worked there are still gainfully employed.

I will trade you this $2.50 for that cup of coffee. Good exchange, no?

Coffee Exchange reminds me of my awesome former roommate Erika (sup Erika!) because she basically lived here for the summer we lived together. Coffee Exchange has all kinds of Fair Trade beans and is always packed, probably due to copious power outlets, air conditioning, and propensity to play Anthology 3.  I’m into it.

Coffee Exchange would also like to inform you:


P.S.: black beans, day two. Honestly, they don’t taste significantly different from yesterday. Still delicious. I shall keep you updated.


On goat cheese and cupcakes

This has simply been the summer of goat cheese.

I can pinpoint when I discovered how much I like goat cheese to a particular day in April. My college’s Spring Weekend, a time of great debauchery which in fact stretches from Tuesday-ish on through the end of the week, has as its main events two large concerts. My roommates and I didn’t get tickets to the MGMT concert on Friday, so instead we decided to have a classy-ass picnic made up of scavengings from our pantry, cheese, and a cheapish bottle of wine. Chevre was consumed, and I’ve never looked back.

Tree with weird vertical branches at Constance Witherby Park

In a similar vein, one of those VERY ROOMMATES and I just had a light picnic, at which was consumed a delicious organic hard cider, various fruits, and a heavenly lavender-and-honey infused goat cheese. I could eat it with a spoon. It tastes of joy.

There is a cupcake with very similar flavors at the Duck and Bunny, an extremely cute restaurant.

Sara here exemplifies the correct reaction to this cheese:

Sara would also like you to know, dear reader, that she is SOLVING A RUBIK’S CUBE.