I
celebrated Independence Day with my kiddos.
My
son had been living on his own for 10 years now while my daughter is a newbie and
is still learning the ropes of living on her own. When I hear them talk and compare notes about
water and electric bills, I get nostalgic. Was it not only yesterday, when they
were chasing each other around the house—with water pistols?!?!
“What
do you feel like eating?”, my daughter asked.
It
was mid-morning and we had time to kill before my son joined us for a late
lunch.
“How’s
about a visit to a pastry shop where we can have good bread and sit around?”, I countered.
Guided
by a magazine article on out-of-the-way eateries on the edge of the business
district, she declared, “I think I know
the perfect spot.”
