Sic transit gloria mundi.
2014, northern Vermont. Marshfield, to be exact. We were back east for my 40th high school reunion, seeing the sights up at Cabot Creamry, looking for lunch. Marshfield is barely a wide spot on a two-lane state highway, but I spotted this place and pulled in. Tiny place, like five parking spots and maybe six tables, plus a HUGE pastry and dessert display. One of the most amazing meals that I’ve ever had, and the desserts (we bought a ton to go for a family get together) were blissfully divine. So much more about the owner and this place – too much to tell here since I’m supposed to be making up nonsense and drivel for NaNoWriMo.
Sadly, when I recommended this place to a friend planning a trip to Vermont, they found out that it has closed.
Shazzbatt!!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 