“We met while waiting for the G train one night. Blue said she dug my glaze. I told her she was berry sweet. It was a recipe for warm, gooey love. I asked if she wanted to get outta there and take a walk around the park. She said, ‘I can’t. I don’t have legs.’ Forty minutes later the G train rolled up, and by then, we knew we were baked for each other. That was a dozen years ago. Today we share a charming prewar pastry box on Kent Street, raising our own little batch of munchkins together. After all this time, we’ve managed to keep the dough-mance as fresh as ever.”
– Chocolate Cake and Blueberry Buttermilk, Peter Pan Donut and Pastry Shop, Greenpoint.