honk honk! in the whimsical world of bakeries, where the scent of fresh pastries dances in the air, let me spin you a tale where "forbidden" is merely a sprinkle on our doughnuts. imagine a place where every pre-induction to baking starts with a joyful disowning of all diet admonitions, urging us to bring back to the start the pure joy of indulgence. here, the only thing truly forbidden is denying oneself the pleasure of a warm, buttery croissant.