<a title="Larsen's Bakery by karolinka.sofia, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29050866@N06/10350970023/"><img alt="Larsen's Bakery" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5483/10350970023_65b1b09176_z.jpg" width="100%" /></a>There's this amazing little bakery in our neighborhood: <a href="http://www.larsensbakery.com/" target="_blank">Larsen's Bakery</a> at 24th Ave NW and 80th in Ballard. My sister C. and I had driven by a number of times before we actually went and I have to say, it takes an awful lot of willpower not to go everyday (and I can't believe that she has lived in this neighborhood for more than another year and had never been).

We walked down one drizzly Sunday morning for coffee and sweets.

Yum. Yum.
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Everything looked so good. We ended up getting a maple bar and a almond-pretzel-danish-treat. We split them. This was a very good plan. They were both so tasty.<!--more-->

As for the coffee, I went for a latte and my sister had a vanilla latte. Neither one was very good. Just to be fair, they weren't bad. They just weren't excellent but they could have been if they were hot enough. Anyhow next time, I'll just take a regular coffee.

We joked about buying danishes and doughnuts to-go. I mean how's a girl to walk all the way home without some nourishment?! Luckily, C. is strict <em>and</em> she reminded me that I didn't have any money.
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Turns out the night before, I'd tried to use my debit card and the ATM machine ate my card. How is it that I lived in Eastern Europe for five years and never had my card stolen or eaten but at my first ATM in Seattle my card is sucked into the machine?! (Gerr, America.)

Needless to say, this meant: no sweets to-go. <em>Poor me</em>.

Luckily the bakery is just blocks from my house and just far enough that I really can't go everyday!!