the sound of pastry

We stopped at the bakery in Golden for a coffee and a little sumpin' sumpin'.


I love that colloquialism. To me it perfectly sums up when you want a little lip melty thisorthat which sorta hits a spot that doesn't need to be but wouldn't it be nice?


Well, that's what we did.


We narrowed our sumpin' down to a raspberry ... a raspberry ... thing.


It looked like a danish but it was called Something Else.


All I know is it made my heart want to:

a) beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees
b) sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze
c) laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way
d) sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

Zee power of pastry.

(a through d from the lyrics of The Sound of Music by Oscar Hammerstein, music by Richard Rodgers)