“Hiya! Welcome to my Pastry shop! How can I help you?” I smile as I wipe my flour covered hands on my flour covered apron, “Oh hey, it’s you! C’mon in, have a cup of coffee! How ya doing?”
You look around the quaint shop. Stain glass windows with pictures of flowers; rose colored, stained, wood floors; up above you ivy hangs gracefully from the dark wood beams that run parallel to the eaves of the roof. Delicious smells hover in the air smelling of something wonderful baking in the oven, spices, and coffee; you spy shortcakes, rolls, muffins, donuts, cookies, snickerdoodles, kolaches, lefse, and krumkake sitting in dishes and trays all over the counter space. Cozy chairs surround a low sitting table in one corner; in the other corner a fluffy, fat cat is curled up in a pile of cushions snoozing away the afternoon.
~Hey gang! Let me know if you ever want to chat, are bored, or have a riddle up your sleeve. I’m almost always on the forums (unless I’m not) and this is my chill spot. Feel free to grab a snack, they’re on the house always! Von appétit, er I mean, Bon appétit!~ -M.V.