Philadelphia's Ursa & Machine Bakery

✨Sometimes, the WeChat conversations that linger among friends can really make you think. On the highway to Longwood Garden from Philadelphia, I received a message from my friend B, saying, "The love I've experienced recently is like kids playing house. I don't know how to describe it. When we parted ways, we realized we liked each other. The mindset is to just go through it, like recording fingerprints. You have to press a few times to get a clear print. I'm glad that I still have the capacity to love, and that physiological and olfactory preferences are real and not fake at all."✨ 🥖Regarding the translation software, I proactively replied, "Haha, I find this kind of thing troublesome. I gave up at the beginning." 🥖B: "Love gurus say that in the end, one person always ends up being the bad guy." Fortunately, Machine Shop did not disappoint. Meanwhile, L and I still share a friendship over 7 pastries. When it comes to evaluating pastries, the New York Times is trustworthy. This standard runs through San Francisco, New Orleans, and even Boston. Machine Shop is located on the first floor of an old teaching building, with a half-open garage door that allows a through draft. There's whipped cream on top. L and I still have a disagreement on whether to add cream. I even emphasized repeatedly that I have a strong affection for the vegetable cream on market cakes. 👌🏻L said, "When I went to buy bread, the white lady behind us was pointing at our seven loaves." I said, "That's because she had been waiting on Too Good to Go until three o'clock." 👌🏻L blinked and declared that I was the meanest person she had ever met. At the same time, she admitted that she indeed didn't know any guy who loved cakes more than I did. #RecorderOfARomanticLife #NearNewYork #PhillyBakery #PhillyLife