It's the only feast day I can name off the top of my head for obvious and delicious reasons
So when I couldn't find a decent (or a single one for that matter) St. Joseph's pastry in town on his feast day for crying out loud, I made my own.
St. Joseph also happens to be the patron saint of pastry chefs. This makes perfect sense to me now because eating this dessert is a religious experience.
That, and it took me seven days and nights to create it.
Suburban Diva is "deliciously snarky," "dissecting the day like Joan Rivers on the Red Carpet," and a registered Trademark. So if you really want to use that name, um, you can't. Divamail me at Divamail@Suburbandiva.com
1 comment:
You are a much better catholic than I.
Kathy
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