Last Wednesday I found myself on the University of Indianapolis campus where, after meeting with a student, I had a relaxing lunch and a quick visit at University Heights UM Church and reconnected with old friends. Driving west on Hanna Avenue on my way back to Brownsburg, I suddenly found myself changing lanes, eager to get at the sweet somethings that I knew were waiting for me at Boyden's bakery . . . one of my frequent southside haunts and a top-notch donut hole!
I was not disappointed.
When I walked in, I found I was the only afternoon customer and the bakery appeared vacant. The display cases, however, were filled with marvelous treats--donuts of sundry size and appearance as well as cakes, cookies, and fresh-baked pies. One particular offering caught my eye: an elongated pastry with an off-color greenish glaze sprinkled with chopped pecans.
Gator Tails, the sign said.
I studied this fare for some time, salivating, but then realized that those Gator Tails were BIG and I had just come from lunch. Better not waste a good thing. Besides, I had a bit of a drive back to Brownsburg and the scent of brewed coffee was hitting my nostrils hard.
When a young lady walked out of the back room, startled to see that she had a customer, I knew I had my questions about this old southside bakery. And there was plenty of time for a visit.
I wasn't getting a gator tail, but I couldn't wait to hear her tale of Boyden's history.
I was not disappointed.
When I walked in, I found I was the only afternoon customer and the bakery appeared vacant. The display cases, however, were filled with marvelous treats--donuts of sundry size and appearance as well as cakes, cookies, and fresh-baked pies. One particular offering caught my eye: an elongated pastry with an off-color greenish glaze sprinkled with chopped pecans.
Gator Tails, the sign said.
I studied this fare for some time, salivating, but then realized that those Gator Tails were BIG and I had just come from lunch. Better not waste a good thing. Besides, I had a bit of a drive back to Brownsburg and the scent of brewed coffee was hitting my nostrils hard.
When a young lady walked out of the back room, startled to see that she had a customer, I knew I had my questions about this old southside bakery. And there was plenty of time for a visit.
I wasn't getting a gator tail, but I couldn't wait to hear her tale of Boyden's history.
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