baking.

I think it would be such fun to own a bakery with little bistro tables, both indoors and out, where people could come, pull up a chair, and enjoy the sunshine, the freshly brewed iced tea/coffee/whatever and a little (or giant) morsel of deliciousness.  Also, I totally envision a space that is bright and airy and has lovely wooden floors and springy decor and allows the natural breeze to lure people in when they smell the muffins/scones/biscotti/cookies/etc., fresh from the oven.  I think it would fun to decorate things to fit the season, or to fit an event, or whatever.  I think it would be fun to come up the new combinations of tasty things to dump into a big old pan, and to delight in the flavors that erupt at the buzz of the oven timer.  Plus, I like the idea of wearing a uniform that includes the following: whatever I want + an apron + flour.  I understand that I'm sort of envisioning the movie-version of a bakery, but I know that it really does exist, too.

This is on my mind both because I am a dreamer and because, today, I have on the agenda to make three different types of biscotti from scratch.  Now, the actual making and baking of the biscotti is not scary to me, much in the same way that the actual care for my son is not scary.  However, the interplay between biscotti x 3 and Andy x 1 (which, I'm convinced, equals the energy of Normal Toddler x 3), is a bit frightening.  And, I had, at one point thought, "Gee, Andy naps for about two hours, so that would be a perfect time during which I could make all of the biscotti, and maybe finish the first round of baking for all three."  And then, I realized that I can't very well use the electric mixer AND expect Andy to sleep for that long.  Shucks.

In other news, I am very impressed by Target (always, but especially this week), because I ordered something on Tuesday and it arrived YESTERDAY.  That is very fast turnaround, indeed.  And, I am a fan.

And, finally, another word about my sweet son.  The boy has endless amounts of energy.  He is so excited to explore and to learn, and I love to watch him at work.  And, if the hardest part of a normal day is getting him into the car because he just loves to be outside so much, then I will take it.  And, by the way, it's unbeatably cute that he calls all flowers "cauliflowers".  :0)  I'm a big fan.