Bakery

In my mom and dad’s room there was a window that opened up into the living room. The living room had been added on to the house at some point and they left the window in the bedroom. It was perfect for opening up a bakery shop!

On rainy days John and I would get out the playdoh and play bakery. We used our mom’s cookie cutters and made cookies and other fancy treats. My specialty was cherry pies, complete with bottom and top crusts. I’d roll each individual cherry into a small ball and put them in the shell. When we had made all of our pastries, we’d carry them to my mother’s bedroom and set up shop. We’d display our goods on the sill of the window and then take turns being the customer buying the goods. This was really the only time John and I got along. Usually we were always just fighting. Too bad we couldn’t have baked together all the time.