As I watch the puffy, creamy white croissants who have been rising all night, I am reminded of the power of anticipation.
Here they are, pregnant with the promise of flaky, buttery deliciousness, their yeasty smell taking over my kitchen.
I know that in minutes, they will become the familiar friends of my childhood, golden and amazing.
I know that I will burn my fingers, then my tongue, on the first one as I am not great with waiting.
But right now, as the oven heats up, I get to sit with their swollen promise for just a few more minutes... lucky me.
