I hereby declare my unending love for Tartine, the most wonderful, most dangerously delicious bakery ever made known to me and located just 3 miles away. Tartine, I will eat your morning buns with severe abandonment as frequently as possible with literally no regard for health consequences. I will most likely spend all my extra money on your pastries and I will defend your name and honor always. It's the yeast I can do (ba-da-bing!). You are my one true bakery-love.
( ( but really people, it's seriously so so good ) )
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