2390 NW Thurman – Portland
Man, have I been on some kind of an almond jag lately. I made marzipan for the first time a couple of weeks ago (so much easier than I realized). I also bought a Bakeshop almond croissant at Extracto Coffeehouse last week, and anyone who knows me knows that this is far off of my beaten pastry path. Not sure what’s happening in my head and mouth, but something in there is telling me it needs to eat almond paste.
Miss Zumstein Bakery & Coffee Shop
5027 NE 42nd Ave – Portland
A classic coconut macaroon. No flour – only coconut, egg whites, sugar…vanilla?
Bushel & Peck Bakeshop
3907 NE Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd – Portland
I said there would be more soon from Bushel & Peck. I wasn’t lying.
This one: a chocolate crinkle. But like the ginger molasses with sesame from the same bakery, it’s a classic with a twist that takes it from (sort of) ubiquitous to fairly unique. The orange (zest, I’m presuming) is a great addition to an already delicious cookie
Compote Café and Bakery
2032 SE Clinton – Portland
Had a coffee date with my friend Carin this morning, who (politely and non aggressively) admonished me for not having posted about a gluten free cookie anytime recently.
Luckily she brought along two different gluten-free goodies from Compote, a nice (not exclusively) gf bakery/cafe in her neighborhood. (Thanks, Carin! I owe you one. Or two.) I’ve been to Compote. It’s a nice joint and I think I’ve
Cravin Raven Organic Bakery (exclusively gluten-free bakery)
8339 SE 13th Avenue – Portland
There are so many other cookies that take precedence over peanut butter that it is a rare day that one makes its way into my mouth.
3901 N. Williams- Portland
3402 SE Division – Portland
NOTE: Passover-friendly No flour, no leavening. Contains only almond flour, egg whites, sugar, butter, flavoring.
I hate to begin on a negative note, but I feel the need to preface this review with this piece of information: I don’t like Pix very much. I’ve tasted many desserts from this much raved-about Portland dessert mecca over the past several years that have been either stale or tasted like refrigerator (or both), or were just simply not delicious. (Don’t even get me started on the piece of crap “ghetto cake” (their words, not mine) that my friends and I picked up on New Year’s Eve. Unless you really want to hear about it, in which case I’ll happily explain.