After a particular non-stellar week at work, I was in serious need of having my head screwed back onto my neck. My grandmother and I are famous for our little road trips, so she decided it was time to take a trip up the road to a little village called Ladysmith. Ladysmith is the German settlement in our area, and in fact my grandfather's family settled there - the Schwartz's. She has many friends up there, and because she and her friends frequent every restaurant in the Pontiac County, she is well acquainted with all the good spots to go. She's been saying for a few weekends now that she wanted to go to this little bakery... and so we went.
The bakery is located in this shack... it used to be an antiques store, and indeed there are still a few remnants of its past. In fact, I bought a really nice tin with milkmaids and cows on it. So cute!
Yes, you're reading that right, it says Nun's Farts. They're a kind of pastry like a pinwheel with cinnamon rolled in the cracks... so hard to explain. And they had run out of them, but I asked if I could take a picture knowing it would inspire a few chuckles.