
I just had my last hurrah at Porto’s last night. Their cakes and pastries are over-the-top delicious and addictive, but I realized last night that I seriously have to slow down when it comes to that bakery. Slow my roll, if you will - with no pun intended.
No more Porto’s for six (6) more months for me…seriously!
It started innocently enough; the same as it happened with me and See’s Candies.
I sampled one sweet Porto’s delicacy. The next day, I was back for two more.
The next thing you know, we’re getting all of our office party cakes from Porto’s and
I’m stopping by there to pick up desserts for EVERY dinner party and social function
I attend. And then I just found out that Porto’s offers catered dessert trays with an assortment of all of their cakes and tarts in mini sizes? Oh, hell naw.
I’ve been reaching for reasons to entertain so I can stop by Porto’s, and it’s been making me a bit…well…plump and portly all of a sudden.
I don’t know if it’s their mango mousse, those little mini tiramisus with the sourish mascarpone and crunchy bits of crystallized sugar, the white chocolate raspberry cheesecake or their opera cake; but Porto’s has finally made its impression on my waistline - and I am NOT having that.
…at least until after I finish the last slice of piña colada cake in my fridge.
I’m telling you, these ethnic and gourmet bakeries in L.A. will be the death of someone someday. I didn’t even have a sweet tooth until I moved here!
Now I’m dreaming of Sprinkles cupcakes, See’s Candies, Sweet Lady Jane’s triple-berry cake, baklava from the plethora of Armenian bakeries in the Valley, and the spice fruit buns, rum cakes and plantain tarts from the local Jamaican sweet houses.
The last thing I need to discover in L.A. is an excellent soul food bakery. So if one exists, DON’T TELL ME ABOUT IT. I’m having enough trouble getting over my Porto’s addiction; and I’m barely kicking it, having my nerve to write this post with half a slice of opera cake digesting in my gut.
It’s not just Porto’s; it’s L.A. bakeries in general that I’m doing away with for a while.
I have to.
I am NOT heading into swimsuit season with the paparazzi snapping close-ups of my bum and selling my pics to the highest bidder; only to discover my big arse on the front cover of OK! magazine and I’m made the laughing stock of on TMZ. Then I have to go on national television telling everyone to kiss my fat arse because I love my body, and I’m fine just the portly way I am. Hell no.
So no more dessert posts for a while. It’s a necessary evil, but my true fans will understand.