It’s good to dream every now and then, isn’t it? I am an importunate dreamer, spinning tales and weaving dreams known only to myself. My imagination never fails to take me on wild flights of fancy. Some days, most days, I manage to rein it in. Other days, like today, well, I just give in to the fantastic wanderings of my own mind and let myself dream a little dream.
By now you probably all know that I love baking (and chocolate – but I promise I will try not to mention chocolate again this week) and, essentially, that is what my dreams revolves about. So let me take you with me on this little whimsical trip of mine …
I would take this place
Or this one
And restore it to its former glory. I would call it La Patisserie, perhaps, or maybe The Cake Shoppe. Then I would bake, all day, to my heart’s content. I would make these,
and maybe these.
For variety I would include this
And, if I am really brave, I would attempt to make these.
The walls would be lined with shelves with pretty baking goods on display: sprinkles and cupcake liners, decorations and toppers …
And of course, there would be drinks: pink lemonade and herbal teas; freshly-squeezed orange juice and home-made lemonade; flavoured coffees and dark, bitter espresso; mochas and lattes and steaming mugs of cocoa milk.
(Can you tell that I am really getting carried away?)
The décor would be simple – slightly vintage, edgy and chic – preferably in marsh-mallow colours (or would that scare all the male customers away?).
Or maybe it’s best to go with old-world flair and forget about the polka dots, flowers and pastels.
(What did I tell you about my capacity to dream up a storm?)
And while we’re at it, would you care to join me for cupcakes and pink lemonade?
There I managed to write a whole post about desserts without mentioning the word chocolate once. Impressive! Oh … I promise that next time I will try to dream about healthy food