why is there no apostrophe in bakers delight? are they saying that what bakers do, is delight?
well, i guess i’d buy that. i’ve been delighted by some of the white yeasty things that appear on the racks of this franchise bakery chain. somewhat less delightful is the discrepancy between quality (and size!) of buns from one outlet to another. for example, the cheesymite scrolls from the bakers delight in albury are twice the size of the ones from the surry hills mall (and most of metropolitan sydney, i imagine; must be the good country air). and what about when a particular bun is completely missing from a shop? most undelightful indeed.
thing is, i first caught a glimpse of the chocolate mud scone in the display case of the balmain bakers delight, and oh what plans i had for it! i was going to smother it with whipped cream and sliced strawberries. however, when i did actually buy one, it was from the outlet at broadway shopping centre, and i was ravenous, and in the company of equally hungry kid and boy. we split it three ways, cold, from the bag, and wondered at how far this austere scottish bread had come. it was an impressive dark brown, rich with cocoa and a riot of chocolate chips. oh what plans i had for it!!
and then eventually i did have cream and strawberries in the fridge, and i walked up the street — gleeful — to the balmain branch to find no chocolate mud scones. my plans were in disarray! i thought maybe they had sold out, due to deliciousness, but no. i went by several more times, and it was as if they had never been there.
and y’know, maybe they hadn’t: maybe i had imagined the whole thing! maybe they are only sold in the bakers delight at broadway, because that is where deborah bought the one that she thoughtfully brought me on sunday.
and everything went according to plan: warmed up in the microwave, split and slathered in whipped cream and sliced strawberries, and then — an afterthought — more cream and more strawberries. truly, i was delighted.
but the kid made her dad lick the cream off before she would touch hers. is there an age group in which things are too delicious? because she’s in it.
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i love a happy ending
oh, so much prettier and enticing than peanut butter.
I bought one this morning on my way to work.At first bite it tasted a little wrong but was lovely inside as and still warm and soft.
i think the wrongness is the layer of flour that coats it. i was really expecting icing sugar!
I hate Bakers Delight. It’s always anything but delightful. I was actually surprised to see an outlet in Balmain when I had my mini “Discover Balmain” trip a couple of weeks ago.
Then again, they recently opened a Gloria Jeans in my area and that made me feel..sad.
yes! there must be an age when there is too delicious, as i had a recent outing with a young tot and his mum to sprinkles cupcakes (which, yes, is overrated, but it makes a pretty good cupcake all the same). he had a madagascar bourbon vanilla cupcake with lemon coconut cream cheese frosting and promptly gave up on it halfway through. tsk. ah, more for mommy.
Y: i understand your vitriol, and i guess i am much less delighted these days. but, chocolate mud scone! and sometimes the kid just rebels against the brasserie sourdough, or the seedy german loaves i bring home, and she demands! a cheese and pineapple roll! it’s nasty though, that white, yeasty nothing.
did you come to balmain in the 90s, when the current starbucks site was the pentimento bookshop? starbucks moving in — now *that* was something that made lots of people sad. but really, it is the nicest starbucks i’ve been in.
hello santos! you taunt me with your description of that magnificent cupcake. did it have shaved coconut on top? and did your friend have her own cupcake to begin with? because that is truly a winning situation.
Bowb, nicest and Starbucks aren’t really words that seem to go together! I guess I’ve had too many Bakers Delight disappointments for me to finally swear off them forever (even though they are very convenient and are the closest bakery to me).
One particular occasion I’ll never forget is when I went to buy a loaf of bread on the way home, to have with soup. I pointed at one of the loaves on the rack and the girl behind the counter knitted her brows and said a bit uncertainly, “Oh, you don’t want that loaf. It’s really heavy and dense.” Taken by surprise, I said, OK, and pointed to another loaf and she said, “That one’s a little bit better. But it’s still quite dense.” Unsure as to what I was expected to do, I said, I’ll take it anyway. And yes, it was horrible and dense, as though something had gone wrong with the recipe but they wanted to try and sell it anyway!
oh no. that is a terrible story. i think it’s just a general downhill slide across the entire franchise. maybe all the potential franchisees were misled by the ads of the happy, whacky bakers, and didn’t realise they actually had to maintain product. that countergirl sounded like she was facing a great internal dilemma though, like she wanted to desperately warn you off buying it, but the shop owners had threatened her kittens if she didn’t sell them all. bastards.
She was obviously trying to semaphore with her eyebrows, but I was a bit slow to pick up on that.
I tried those scones this week, and would have loved to try one with cream. Well done.
thanks, linda! but putting cream on things comes easy to me. 😉 hope you get to go a second round with it.