breakfast of champions

breakfast after a day of failed bakes and an evening of grappa tasting.

Everything seemed to go smoothly until the croissants refused to rise. I have a history for failing bakes like the simplest muffin mixes and now an all new record has my name written all over it: the frozen croissants I simply had to put on a tray and into the oven. flat as pancakes they teasingly lay on the tray. If only I weren’t gluten intolerant I would stuff them in my mouth and chomp them down for sweet revenge.