A croissant (US /krwɑːˈsɒ̃/, /krwɑːˈsɒnt/; French pronunciation: [kʁwa.sɑ̃]) is a buttery, flaky, viennoiserie or Vienna-style pastry named for its well-known crescent shape. Croissants and other viennoiserie are made of a layered yeast-leavened dough. The dough is layered with butter, rolled and folded several times in succession, then rolled into a sheet, in a technique called laminating. The process results in a layered, flaky texture, similar to a puff pastry.
Crescent-shaped food breads have been made since the Middle Ages, and crescent-shaped cakes possibly since antiquity.
Croissants have long been a staple of Austrian and French bakeries and pâtisseries. In the late 1970s, the development of factory-made, frozen, pre-formed but unbaked dough made them into a fast food which can be freshly baked by unskilled labor. The croissanterie was explicitly a French response to American-style fast food, and today 30–40% of the croissants sold in French bakeries and patisseries are baked from frozen dough. Today, the croissant remains popular in a continental breakfast.
Croissant (クロワッサン Kurowassan) is a biweekly Japanese women's magazine for middle-aged women.
The first issue of the magazine is dated 1 May 1977; the magazine is published twice a month, generally on the 10th and the 25th. Croissant is published by Magazine House (マガジンハウス, Magajin hausu). The target audience is middle-aged and married women. The frequent topics covered include home decoration, cooking, health, and beauty.
In 1980 the circulation of Croissant was 450,000 copies.
(Whoow! Here's a little song for everybody out there)
[Verse]
People try to take my soul away
But I don't hear the rap that they all say
They try to tell us we don't belong
That's alright, we're millions strong
This is my music, it makes me proud
These are my people and this is my crowd
[Chorus]
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights
[Verse]
Sometimes days are so hard to survive
A million ways to bury you alive
The sun goes down like a bad bad dream
You're wound up tight, gotta let off steam
They say they can break you again and again
If life is a radio, turn up to ten
[Chorus] X2
And they try to tell us that we don't belong
But that's alright, we're millions strong
You are my people, you are my crowd
This is our music, we love it loud
Yeah, and nobody's gonna change me
'Cos that's who I am
[Chorus] X2