I guess it’s technically some kind of M&M cookie, with a very low M&M to cookie ratio.
Lately I’ve been stopping after the gym to buy donuts and I’ve noticed they truly have a diverse array. Whoever bakes these is an artist of flavor and texture- at a normal, albeit somewhat bougie, supermarket.
I bought this donut to paint. Then, it was late and I took it from the kitchen to the studio. I took a nibble. Then another nibble. This is all that was left.
I’m always attracted to the pink pastries but they are practically impossible to paint since I don’t have the right colors.
Here’s a picture of one of the flops:
Woke up Christmas Eve morning to find Mike had waited in line an hour and a half at Donut Bar to bring me Christmas donuts to paint. Their donuts are great, their efficiency and the ergonomic catastrophe of their store less so. A really special treat.
Sadly, my friends, after this painting the Turtlebread took a turtledive off the still life shelf and shattered.
I love these things.
So I bought this donut before going to Vegas and didn’t have time to paint it. After two weeks in the fridge, it still looked like a donut and smelled like a donut, albeit with less-pretty frosting.
An old-fashioned donut deserves an old-fashioned treatment, doesn’t it? This one comes from the Spanish Baroque.
For years (or possibly less time), I wanted one of these turtle breads from Boudin Bakery. They always said no, it was only for kids. Now they have relaxed this strict policy.
Lemons from my yard, and limes from the supermarket.