Time spent at the mall is not entirely loathsome because there is at least the consolation of seeing some succulent edibles on display.
If I could eat everything that looked good to me, I would be too heavy to stand, so I indulge in gastronomic voyeurism. Granville Island is the best locale for this pursuit, but even at Metrotown I was able to find a scrumptious little bakery which is usually always packed when I go by.
I dropped in and tried not to leave slobber trails on the display case.
That woman is being far too shy with the bread counter. What’s she afraid of?
Move in, woman, the muffins don’t bite!
