Summer Treats

This Bavarian-cream churro confirms what I believe more and more: Life is whimsy; life is a whole lotta dumb sugary luck. I mean, did you hear about Whistler's mom?

I offer you, in this summer of our discontent, the Bavarian-cream churro, which I just found in a supermarket bakery.

This Bavarian-cream churro represents the satisfying marriage of two glorious cultures, the slurpy honeymooning of joy and glee.

My suggestion: Warm it in the microwave and top with vanilla ice cream.

Epiphanic is too weak a word.

This Bavarian-cream churro confirms what I believe more and more: Life is whimsy; life is a whole lotta dumb sugary luck.

As you know, when Whistler’s model didn’t show up as planned, he painted his mother instead.

“Hold still, Ma. I think I’ve found my masterpiece.”

Aren’t all mothers?