It’s not my fault

Really, it’s not my fault.  I’ve seen a couple of blips recently of someone’s breakfast of coffee and Danish pastries.  I love Danish pastries.  I couldn’t resist.  The trouble is, I suspect that blipper had earned them after his morning walk or bike ride; my only excuse is that I went to the supermarket early.  It was really good, though.

Maple Pecan, if you must know.