What better way to start this new blog than with a photo!
Of a cronut!
A delicious cronut!
So, I was stuck in this place because of a sudden strong downpour. Good thing there was a Krispy Kreme in the vicinity.
Two things I like about KK:
(1) Original glazed donuts, of which I could demolish half a dozen in one sitting like it’s nobody’s business except my hips (because things that stay fir a moment on your lips will be forever on your hips, something very applicable for someone as lazy as me)
(2) FREE WIFI! With speeds that aren’t that bad at all, considering it’s free. (Take that, Starbucks!!!)
A welcome bonus: They just introduced a new product yesterday, the Baked Krispy Kroissant. Apparently, it’s their version of a cronut, a lovechild of a donut and a croissant. The cronut thing has become a bona fide food fad that has swept the National Capital Region and has earned the jealousy of provincials subscribed and addicted to food blogs (very reminiscent of decades ago when people in Bacolod can only taste Goldilock’s polvoron and popcorn when someone they know got them from Manila) .
Now, I’m not one to religiously follow food fads. I find them (as any other fad), pretentious and taxing. I am usually a late adapter, if at all, when it comes to jumping into the bandwagon of fashionable things to eat. Case in point: That brown thing everybody went gaga over late 2012-early 2013 (Scrupulous Cookie Spread? Cookie Butter? Peanut Cookie Spread? Peanut Butter Cookie Sh*t? Sorry, I’m too lazy to even Google it.) did not pique my interest at all despite countless Instagram and Facebook pictures of friends and acquaintances proclaiming it to be the new foodie air and water (Paula Gamboa c.1998 reference, hah!).
I finally got to try it March (or was it April?) as a doughnut flavor and it tasted like crap. Sweet crap. Saccharine sweet crap. I wanted to throw the effing holed pastry after a couple of bites. Granted, the donut store where I got that thing from is already known to have artery cloggers with disgusting levels of sweetness, but that Cookie Butter (sp?) thingamajig was just a whole new dimension of disgusting.
Flash forward to this afternoon and I was stuck in the rain. I saw this Krispy Kreme thing and it costs PhP70. Not as pricey as I thought. If it would turn out yucky, then I’ll just enjoy the coffee I ordered with it.
Delicious. I got the apple cinnamon flavored cronut and finished the thing in three minutes. It did not stand a chance. It was that good.
Now, some food blogs and self-proclaimed experts of the eaten world are saying the best cronuts in the metro are in Wildflour and some other bakeries in Makati. As I am still resistant to being herded into liking food, I don’t think I’d go as far as hunting these places down and draining my wallet for croissants with holes and cream filling. Besides, according to yesterday’s Philippine Star, Dunkin’ Donuts is also selling cronuts. Maybe they’ll have some promotion where they’ll give me a free dozen if I pose with a cronut beside the life-sized cardboard likeness of Derek Ramsay (They DID have that promo, right? Because I swear I’ve seen people pose beside Mr. Ramsay, a huge orange umbrella, and a box of frigging donuts. Or could I have witnessed a tacky Instagram trend?).
Or maybe I’m still holding out hope for Julie’s Bakeshop. Now, is there anything wrong with that?
