There’s a Pennsylvania Dutch Market close to my home, and I’m feeling a bit under the weather today, so I decided to adventure close by.
Inside, everything you could imagine to eat is fresh-baked and smells delicious. Pizza. Fresh meat. Bagged candy. Rows of chocolate. Fresh rolls still warm in the bag (those came home with me… in fact, I’m eating them right now). I stood and stared in admiration at the cheese for longer than I should have, but didn’t buy any this time.
I’m going to have to visit again… soon. But for now, it’s Saturday, and I’m going to joyously jettison adult responsibilities in favor of practicing my waltz steps and watching Sherlock.
~The Dauntless Princess~