I went to the bakery at Lin's grocery store - the one that makes those fabulous maple bars. The thing is, I only get these delights a few times a year when I'm in the area, so I always make the most of them. Since it was kind of late this particular day I figured that all of the maple bars would be gone - after all - they were the donut usually absent from the shining glass cases before any other pastry.
I approached the bakery section with trepidation, and saw row upon row of cinnamon twists, bear claws, raspberry-filled, and old-fashioned, but notably absent were the maple bars. I consigned myself to being donutless for the day as I knelt down and looked in the back of shelf two. And there, behind the row of chocolate glazed were two maple bars staring back at me in all of their deliciousness.
I quickly bagged these golden gems, paid for them at the register, and left Lin's with a spring in my step and a grin on my face. Two maple bars...one for me, and one for my dear friend, Michelle.
Maple bars make me smile.
BTW, I did post over at Four Perspectives today...