Our matching lunches. This gloriousness happened at Amandine on Saturday. My bestest supporter (and big GV fan), Rachel, came over for a little baking fun and brainstorming sesh. This naturally left us famished, so before we dashed across town to check out a commercial baking facility, I wanted to introduce Ms. Rachel to the best egg sandwich in the world.
So we're walking and she's like, "where are we going?", and I'm like, "Amandine, it's a super cute little bakery and cafe that has-", she cuts me off and says, "I think I've been there. I had an amazing onion and Gruyere omelet on a baguette. The only thing was that the egg was premixed so they couldn't make the omelet with only eggwhites."
Now I'm officially weirded out (in a good way) because:
- That's the exact dish I ordered, have craved, and thought she would go bonkers over
- I, too, tried to the omelet with egg whites only, and
- I've only known Rachel for 2 weeks and feel like I've known her forever
Like The Devil Wears Prada, the sandwich was just as good the second time around. Perfectly balanced; the soft egg, sweet onions, pungent cheese, grainy mustard, fresh greens with vinaigrette on a freshly baked in-house baguette is sweet music. Happy bellies.
The commercial baking space was interesting. I find it humorous that Los Angeles requires that I bake out of a kitchen that is up to "code", which is actually dirty and creepy. Wouldn't want any baked goods coming out of my immaculately clean kitchen. No, sir.
Saturday workout: 4 mile contemplative walk
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