So Not Mary

I am terrible with faces but great with pie.  So terrible that today when we were discussing upcoming lecturers who had first spoken to us during orientation, I drew a blank on every name.  I have no recollection of anyone who spoke to me at orientation.  I was just happy that I could pick out Roommate Claude from a crowd.  It was not until that Friday, 4 days after we had met, that I realized that Ilene was in my cohort.  And I only picked that up because she recognized me, which told me that I had met her before.  That was the first time I remember talking to her.

For as bad as I am with faces, I am excellent with food that has crossed my path.  So I was surprised this afternoon when DBomb (in town for a few hours) brought up a "really good bakery" we had gone to in Taiwan and I drew a complete blank.  I was in Asia for a little over a month last summer.  Off the top of my head, I can name at least 87% of the meals I had.  But I couldn't remember this one.  It didn't help that DBomb himself couldn't remember any details.  Was it the French coffee shop around the corner?  No.  The weird thing in the mall food court?  No.  The German bread place we took pictures of but didn't buy anything from?

"No, it wasn't around the corner; it was on the way to the T stop."

Suddenly, it clicked.

"Oh!  Cream puffs!?"

"Yeah!  Cream puffs!"

At this point, we are both yelling on the street corner.

"So good!"

"The cream was really cold and they sprinkled cocoa powder on top!"

I may have jumped up and down.

For the next two minutes, we remained at the street corner and exclaimed a variation of those words, squealing often at the memory of Laetitia's cream puffs (not to be confused with Lutetia's croissants-- there are a lot of bakeries in Taipei).  Seeing DBomb's was great and all, but recalling cream puffs?  That was my happiest moment of the day.  Though for the sake of what little dignity and grace I have in B'more, I hope whoever saw me is not good with faces.