If you’ve never tasted a creation by Amanda at Poore Man Bakery, you’re missing out on a truly divine experience. My friend’s wife runs this place, and she doesn’t just bake—she performs a kind of magical pastry ritual. Her skills are so irresistibly good, they should probably be illegal. The care she puts into her Madeleines is nothing short of heavenly—I’ve seriously considered including them in my will. Don’t let the name Poore Man Bakery fool you; the only thing “poor” here is your self-control once you’ve had a bite. You come in craving a snack and leave feeling emotionally satisfied, as if a cupcake has given you a warm hug and the universe has forgiven you. Support this local treasure...
