Butter

It's officially time for me to move from Sunnyside, I'm becoming addicted to our neighborhood French bakery, Le Marjolaine. There's always something baking so I just ask what's fresh and try different things. Everything is so tasty and flaky, and why you ask? See the picture below of about 100 sticks of butter being divided for different goods. One day I even scrambled eggs at home, wrapped them in foil, and picked up a croissant on the way to class to make a sandwich, yum! My roommate is French but has actually never been.

If we get the apartment in Long Island City we'll be about a block from Manducatis, an Italian bakery that's open late. How am I supposed to resist a fresh cannoli at ten at night!?