A Brief Post About Food

The boy and I had lunch with the missus today at Backhaus in the mall. I knew it was a bakery that sold good bread and delicious doughnuts, but what I didn't know how mediocre their quesadillas were (although who am I really kidding with that one?) or how amazing looking their desserts were? I say looking because these beauties are still in my fridge. Who knows a thing or two about restraint, huh?

Little birdies on the boxes. What could be in there?

Peck. Peck.

Glorious!

For scale.

Dessert the first.

Dessert the second.

Now onto other food. We picked up this mysterious fruit at the market this weekend. The missus told me of these small fruits that look bruised that are supposed to be good and we found them. They are very different, but quite good. They are called Erik Malta. Erik is Turkish for plum, so they are definitely plums. They are quite small, the size of a very small plum or a very large strawberry.

You peel off the woody stem and cut them stem to stern. They have one to three smooth nut-like seeds inside. There is also a fine membrane surrounding the seeds that you scrape away. Then you can pop them in your mouth and enjoy. They are a little tart and a little sweet. The boy loves them.