I love bakeries! The more you get to know me, the more you will realize that I am always thinking about donuts, baked goods, and other delicious decadents. I blame my dad for this. Every Saturday morning he would bring home donuts from Dan and Gerry's bakery in Chatfield. I have yet to find a maple long john that matches that amazing goodness. So, my dream of someday working in a bakery started at a young age. Of course, it's idealized. I don't picture myself getting up at 4 a.m. and spending all day in a hot kitchen. I picture the fun stuff. Working in a cute, adorable little spot that feels warm and smells delicious, where I'm frosting the most amazing and beautiful donuts and cookies. Oh, and I'm in France.
The other night B and I were walking around the nicest spot in the West Village and stumbled upon Magnolia. A bakery that glowed from the street and seemed quite busy, even at 10 p.m. We stepped in and this is what I saw:
Cakes and cakes and cakes! And cupcakes and cookies and chocolate and everything cute and wonderful in life. I'm sure I squealed with delight, and maybe even teared up. When you step into a bakery like that, everything just feels right in the world.
My mission: I will uncover every bakery in New York City to find my perfect maple long john. Oh Dan and Gerry, look what you've created.
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