Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Dear Brödboden

You sell Stockholm's best cinnamon buns. You carried me through the long dark winter (that goes for you too, red wine). These days I don't crave the cinnamon buns as much, but I crave the smell of them. That's why I stepped into your little store the other day and heard myself utter these weird person words: excuse me, can I just stand here and inhale for a little while?".

Your shop woman was so understanding. She said "by all means. I know how you feel. It's a struggle each morning when these buns are delivered".


  1. Ooh I know the feeling. When I was in highschool I'd walk a detour just to pass through a "Sprüngli"-Bakery (they're the best and most expensive, so luckily I was never tempted to buy anything on my budget). That would be the best start to a day!


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