Saddest #Cronut Story Ever Told.
A pesky hot flash woke me up at 5:17AM this past Thursday morning. Try as I might, I just could not fall back asleep. Looking over at my adorable cronut loving husband, I remembered that the flavor of the month at Dominique Ansel Bakery was coconut, and Dan LOVES COCONUT. Should I go or should I stay? If I roll out of bed now, I am assured a cronut, and probably some favor or two, back from Dan.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
It’s now 5:32AM and I am still awake, and debating with myself. “What to do?” I kind of want one too. If I don’t get there by 6:30 there will be “no cronut for you”. I have already had two of those mornings, waiting in line for two hours, and NOT getting any of the aforementioned pastries.
I can get there before 6, Dan can meet me at 8 and we can buy 4, count them 4 CRONUTS.
My decision is made. I throw on my lululemon leggings and a T-shirt and I am out the door.
I’m practically singing at the top of my lungs as I fly down Church Street on my bicycle, “I will have a cronut today”!
It’s mostly down hill all the way to Spring Street, and less than a mile from my apartment, so I’m in line by 5:53AM with another 30 crazy people, I mean nice customers, who are already waiting with their sleeping bags, arm chairs and laptops. We are in it together for the long haul.
One thing is for sure….”I’m gonna get a cronut, I’m gonna get a cronut!” Only 2 more hour until the doors of Dominique Ansel’s Bakery will swing open, and the smell of butter, sugar and flour, will start wafting down Spring Street.
The line was a mix of people. I chatted with some tourists, students, and someone who was being paid to secure a cronut for someone else.
I’m not sure why it took over an hour and a half but finally, at 9:25AM, I finally walked out with 2 precious cronuts in a beautiful gold box. Yes, they ARE that delicious. I savored the delectable treat while it was still warm and flaky. Now, remember, I still have one more prized possession in hand. I could sell it easily for at least 30 dollars. But I would never do something like that. That’s just wrong. I had a job interview that afternoon and saved 1/2 of one to give to my future potential employer, who clearly did not appreciate the effort as much as she should have (she didn’t hire me) and the other 1/2 was for my cousin, who was meeting me for dinner that night.
That evening, after our meal at Osteria Morini, she only had room for one bite of the magical coconut cronut, (she DID appreciate the effort) and insisted that I take the rest home with me.
Here is where the story turns sour…literally. Wouldn’t you know, I FREAKING FORGOT about the cronut for 3 days and it went bad sitting in my bike bag!!!
Let us not forget that I have waited a total of at least 8 hours in order to secure this pastry….I had waited 3 other times in the line and been too late for cronuts!
Would you eat a 3 day unrefrigerated cronut?
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