Wildflour Pastry, Charleston

Mother took us to Wildflour Pastry this morning. It's on Spring Street, not far from the bridge that takes you to West Ashley. As you can see above, it's cute as a button, all done up in red and black and cream. Miss Wildflour (AKA Lauren Mitterer, the chef) is button-like, as well. Did I mention you can smell the cinnamon when you walk in? Yeah. Yahhhh.

In the pastry case: mini cupcakes, cool soda, and a tiny little coconut cake. Oh, wait. That's not there anymore. Sorry!

Pretty, right? In case you were worried that there's not much seating...stay tuned. Outside, gated courtyard filled with plants and little iron tables coming right UP.

In the meantime, check out the item I got for my second breakfast (yes, we are Hobbits). It's a folded-over pastry with a filling composed of pesto, sundried tomatoes and a little cheese. Imagine if the best biscuit you ever ate had a baby with the best pizza you ever had.

Would you like a closeup? 'Kay! Check out the buttery bottom on that baby. Yes, I said that.

As promised: the courtyard. That handsome fella is related to me. See how his Grandmother serves him? We all serve him. The episode was all about: "oh, napkins!" "Oh, a cup!" "Oh, water!"

Iain had a chocolate croissant. Note how he probes the bottom to see if it's crispy. Iain has advanced pastry-judging skills already.

Then, he tastes. If you look at the side you can see that our little engineer figured out that there are four sides to a chocolate croissant. Two sides are folded, and therefore primarily dough. Two sides are edges, and therefore have bits of chocolate peeking out. Naturally, Iain took a bite out of the chocolate end first.

And here you see the result:

I had to strip him. I mean, STRIP him, after. He kept digging around to get out the chocolate (its small-batch chocolate from Colombia. No, really!), then nibbling on it, then wiping it on his face/pants/shirt/water cup. He enjoyed himself immensely, which was good since I sat there watching and thinking, "DefCon 5!"

Anyway, delicious, friendly and cheap (!! three pastries, a huge bowl of coffee, a can of fizzy water, four day-old pastries at .50 each, and a small coconut cake for...$20. My mother told Ms. Mitterer that she doesn't charge enough, and I have to say: she's right.). You should go there. Today.