Taking a quick baking break to report on a pastry tragedy I spotted this evening at Park Slope's Union Market on Seventh Avenue.
The blog post's brilliant title is courtesy of my neighbor Elizabeth who cleverly asked that question when I showed her trauma in the dessert case.
I don't know what became of the tart and all those chocolates on the shelf below; the guy in line behind me thought they should have given them to me for alerting them to the disaster, but I'm hoping that the store's hard working staff got to enjoy the sweet remains.
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