Stephanie Gayle

Today did not start well. A bad night's sleep combined with an aborted shower (no hot water left) made me feel less than generous toward humanity. But at 1:49 PM that all changed. I entered Petsi Pie's and my brain started yelling (inside my head) "Oh my God! Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!" It was the smell. Sugar, butter, and baking. I froze up, staring at the displays because all I could think was "It's Heaven!!!" That and "I want everything but I cannot eat everything, not without repercussions. Must make choices."

After I left Petsi's with a coconut cupcake (good) and a sweet potato breakfast bun (absurdly delicious, as a product of Heaven would be) I realized that when you enter a lot of bakeries you smell nothing. The storefront is so far removed from the bakery that you don't get the aroma of caramelizing sugar making your taste buds dance. It's too bad, because while seeing lots of pretty baked good is nice, seeing them and smelling them is much better.

For all of you interested in experiencing Heaven before you die (assuming you're headed there--I make no such claims) you can find more information on Petsi Pies.