This morning D.H. told me he thinks I should open a bakery (based solely on the fact that I baked a perfect loaf of Italian bread this weekend...). It was about 5am and I couldn't sleep, so we were chatting about me opening my own bakery, which led to discussions about bread plus meds (quaalude croissants, Prozac cupcakes,
and Viagra nut rolls, to name a few), which led to an hour long "name that bakery" game. Some of my favorites were Cake'n'Bake, Daily Kneads, and as the title of this post suggests, The Kneadery:... It may just be really early in the morning, but I'm a little smitten with the idea.