After a gastroenterology appointment earlier this week, I took the little man to Wheatless in Seattle, where he was pleased to hear that everything in the store was “good for [his] tummy.” He chose a bacon-maple mini-doughnut. I had one too. It was good, and not just “for gluten-free.”
And then I bought the remaining 7 from the case. I let him have another and took the rest home for their dinner and breakfast. It felt a little ridiculous, but it was so nice to see him eating! happily! every bite! that I just couldn’t stop myself.
It’s not going to keep me from baking, though. We live on the opposite end of the city, so we can’t just zip to this bakery every morning, but it’s definitely worth the trip at least once a month. We’ll figure out what freezes well. And they’re starting to sell to our local co-op, so I’ll investigate those options. I’m going to guess, though, that the maple-bacon doughnuts aren’t the first thing they’ll stock. Too bad.