It's not quite Schadenfreude when a friend rings you up to announce, "I've got a batch of croissants rising and my oven's conked out," for all that it is a delight that comes from another person's bad luck.
Fresh from the oven -- I'd never had but cold ones -- croissants combine the best features of fresh-baked bread and flaky pastry, hot and soft and flavorful. She and Tam and I ate a couple apiece before any of us remembered our friend had brought a delicious salad, too. A mild rosé on the side and you could not ask for a better meal!
The repairman's scheduled for today or tomorrow to fix our friend's oven. Is it okay to be feeling a little wistful regret at that?