Monday through Friday, with rare exception, I drive over to the Meyer Center, an orthopedic facility affiliated with Cox Hospital and spend the first hour or so of the day in their excellent gym. It has taken awhile to morph into a regular gym participant, which is a pretty good way for a foodie to burn calories and fight the muscle loss that challenges all older people. One of the many advantages of life in a urban environment is a plethora of restaurants and shops delivering table fare of all descriptions. My route to the gym takes me past one such wonderful outlet known for gastronomical excellence, the Supreme Bakery, located across and slightly north of the Meyer Center where it rests in seclusion in the middle of a strip mall along National Avenue. Trust me when I suggest patronizing this bakery. You will thank me later.
First, I should explain the title of this piece, a line borrowed from the Lord’s Prayer, our Christian mantra. I am sure that Jesus, the original author of the prayer, as described in the Gospel of Mathew, had in mind a number of temptations to be avoided, and probably a good bakery wasn’t one of them. It is worth noting, however; the Bible also teaches us to honor our bodies, and if you hang around the Supreme Bakery scarfing up their incredible array of confections, cakes, cookies, pies, fritters and tarts, you will not be honoring your body. Their offerings are as addictive as anything known to man, that is if you enjoy sweets in any form. They present a temptation every time I drive by them evidenced by my weak attempts to ignore their presence save an occasional drop in for a Kringle, a favorite of both Sharon and I. This morning I popped in and picked up one of their signature offerings, a truly wonderful peach and creme cheese Kringle. For the uninitiated, a Kringle is made of some 39 layers of dough and filled with any number of delectable fruits, and/or nuts and cheeses. In every sense of the word, their Kringles are decadent temptations. With all due respect, a Supreme Kringle will never be confused with a day old Wal-Mart doughnut, ever.
If you have occasion to visit our fair city, and manage to survive our ill mannered drivers along this busy corridor serving the medical mile, swing in and visit the ladies in their crisp white bakers uniforms and peruse the several cases of offerings that rival those of any city in America. They smile broadly at new customers, enjoying the confusion that accompanies the selection process from a huge assortment of fresh baked goods. If you are sufficiently confused, opt for a Kringle, but only if there is at least two of you to share these big guys. A cup of good coffee is an absolute necessity when enjoying this treat. They are located at 3314 S. National, and enjoy a brisk morning trade, with lot’s of folks dropping in who are medical providers of one sort or another, and like me, should know better. Too much sugar? You bet….but oh so good!
Have a great week!
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