Flying solo again.At the first sign of distress, I lean to my trusty novel and find a sweet cafe where I can relax with a forkful in my mouth and my nose in a book.
I happened to land a forkful of Kirschmannle.
It is a cherry-chocolate-almond pastry that is deemed a specialty of Nurenburg. Hit the spot. Sitting at a long-time family owned place called Cafe Beer, I delved into my book, my attention interrupted only at chapter ends when I breaked to bite into dessert.
The book was engaging enough to keep me distracted from the couples, the families, the groups of friends coming and going from the cafe. But the slice of pastry was fit for two and I would have like to have someone, anyone...Casey...to share with.
