A 2nd posting! Forgive me, I could not help myself.
Elsa drove John down to Philadelphia so
that he could pick up some art
supplies at Pearl on South Street. She brought me home a sweet surprise - a luscious
lemon bar from The Pink Rose.
So many wonderful memories of The Pink Rose,
just a block down from ultra "hip"
(I call it just plain weird) South Street yet a world away in its elegance and
style. Elsa and I would drop into the
tiny pink and lace jewel box of a shop about once a year for one of their
sublime pastries, served with a hot cup of tea - in a bone china tea cup. I loved watching one of the young staff bring
over our selections, served on a white doily on a dessert plate. It satisfied all the senses.
My days of indulging in their decadent
Raspberry Chocolate Mousse Tart (with fresh raspberries, which would kill me
now), luscious carrot cake, incredibly rich white chocolate cheesecake,
to-die-for chocolate-dipped macaroons or intensely toothsome cream-filled
pastry horns are long past. Lemon bars
are about all I can manage - thank goodness I love them and do not consider
myself abused.
I know I am old when one little pastry can
bring back enough memories for a second posting.
Nite nite and God bless - Grandma L'
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