So I went to get a loaf of walnut sage at Uprising (girl can’t go to Balthazar for breakfast every day, y’know), and cute hippie boy handed me the bag and then said: “And I put a hot cross bun in there, too.” !!!!! And it wasn’t even the bun-sized one, it was a hot cross bun loaf the size of my head!!

Meanwhile, I just also wanna say that on Saturday I was telling my silly friends that I thought I was making progress with cute hippie boy ’cause when I went to get ciabatta baguettes for the party we’d actually had a conversation this time. And my silly friends were all, “Oh yeah? Like, ‘Boy, you make my muffin rise.” Like, ‘Is that a baguette in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’ Like,
‘Mmm. . . that’s a big loaf of bread right there.’” Well now who’s got the hot cross bun loaf the size of my head?