What do you go to the Farmer’s Market for? I might pick up a few veggies, I don’t miss an opportunity for a bouquet of flowers, I usually bring home cheese and sometimes I leave with eggs or meat. But let’s be honest. I go for the pain au chocolat. Specifically the pain au chocolat from the Bakery Lorraine folks, Anne and Jeremy, previously only accessible to me at the Quarry Farmer’s Market.
But no more. Because now I can go here. To their precious store front on East Greyson.
The Bakery participated in the SAGE project which is helping revitalize San Antonio’s East Side. I think they did a fantastic job maintaining the character and integrity of the building considering it had been condemned and needed to be gutted and completely fluffed back up. The interior is a perfect blend of chic, eclectic cozy with mismatched chairs and fabulous art. So I think I’m remembering correctly (I was distracted by the mouth watering goodies!) but the floors were reclaimed and refurbished and the funky cabinetry behind the display was crafted by a local carpenter.
Behold the goodness that comes from people passionate about what they do:
The most amazing blue berry muffin I’ve ever had. Last weekend I bought and made one of those just-add-milk blue berry muffin packets. I’m kind of gagging at the thought now. (Thanks, Misha, for the photo!)
It was crumbly and the blue berries were HUGE. Holiday approved – the poor muffin didn’t even last through it’s photo shoot!
The coffee cake had a really great texture and I loved the crumble on top. I think I still prefer my coffee cake nice and fat. But don’t kid yourself, I’ll be eating it again.
How gorgeous is this fig tart? I’m not personally a fan of figs and come to find out, neither is Misha, who bought it despite her fig aversion. I hear it changed her life.
This little scone was everything a scone should be and more. WHen I say more, I mean the icing just put it over the top. Don’t chintz me on my icing. IF you’re going to do it, DO IT. This little guy DID it. (I think the flavor was chocolate cherry? There was almond in it for sure. And it was devoured. End of story.)
Let me tell you a little story about my first trip to Paris. A little story that involves an amazing Middle School French teacher who knew the city inside and out, spoke flawless french, and who took four girls to Paris with the intention of introducing them to the most wonderful things ever imaginable. Including a lovely confection called a macaron. The delightfully soft and airy macarons (macaroon, if you must.). The tragic twist to this story… I NEVER TRIED ONE! Now here they are in good ol’ SA. In the case yesterday was coffee and lavender. I heard there was some other amazing flavor today… I think I might be about to start a new (bad) habit.