I like you for your cookies...and more.

I keep saying this but....I could do a whole blog about The Bakery. And possibly one day I will. But in the meantime I like to relate a post or two or ten about the really sweet moments on my special Saturdays. Today I want to emphasize the REAL in really sweet.

I was planning to meet a friend there. And it was her first time at The Bakery. She reads my blog.

You know that feeling you have when someone meets your family for the first time? You love them to bits but you just hope your father doesn't answer the door in his boxers and undershirt? (I hope I'm not the only one who worried about that one).

Once I brought a friend and The Baker immediately joins us which is wonderful of course but then he proceeds with a graphic description of how he sliced off part of his finger earlier in the day. He's very descriptive and ebullient.

And really, I miss him if he's not there, so don't think I'm complaining! I'm just describing my own personality foible and fault that I have to think my guest is completely pleased with their experience since they are there on my say so.

So today when I wasn't sure if I was going to make it on time, I called to tell Mrs Baker that I was meeting a "newbie". After a short but meaningful pause, Mrs Baker said something like "...oh...you know Doug's here..."

That's why I like her. She always understands. I said that maybe I should tell people I "embellish" a little on the blog. Don't believe everything you read.

Now the other bit of info you need to know is that I have been craving gluten free peanut butter cookies all week. And he was baking some today! Yay!


So when we got there The Baker (aka Doug) immediately sits beside my friend Laura. The newbie. And I'm waiting for the boxers and t-shirt to appear, metaphorically speaking. Not that I'm complaining as I said. He's a raconteur and I enjoy his stories with gusto! I'm just thinking about the new girl. You know...I want to make her feel welcome.

I can't remember exactly how this conversation went but there was something about us being there to see him and then it was punctuated with The Baker yelling about everyone just liking him for his cookies. He went on and on for hours. (not really...it just seemed like it...) He said he had baked them with extra love today because they were for me. And now he felt used.

We all laughed. And I realize why I enjoy this place so much. There's some serious talks that happen here but there's also a little bit of silliness. And I don't think I've got enough of that in my life.

That's why I go to The Bakery. (Metaphorical) Boxers allowed.