Here’s My Fantasy….

Y’all know my favorite spot on this coast is Sweet Things Bakery in Tiburon. I have a fantasy of living in the apartment above the shop.

Well, no, there is no apartment above the shop…as I said…it’s my fantasy.

Sweet Things is where I procure my rugala, but they make a mean Red Velvet cupcake, or Butter Cap cupcake, too.

They understand it’s all about the ratio of frosting to cake. And speaking of cake, if I’m leaning toward a slice…it has to be their Tres Leche cake.

But my fantasy goes like this….it’s early morning and I wander downstairs in my bathrobe and sit at the striped seat in the window. Someone brings me a cup of coffee, some sugar cookies, and I open up my laptop and begin writing. No, they don’t have Wi-Fi….once again, it’s my fantasy.

And that’s it. It doesn’t get any deeper than that. I write and eat baked goods to my heart’s content.

So excuse me while I lick the frosting from my upper lip and head back to the new manuscript. I left the main character fighting for her life in front of the Cathedral on Abercorn Street in Savannah’s historic district.  She really hates it when I do that.