On Wednesday night, Heidikins came to visit.
Because of things like “work” and “cub scout meetings,” I didn’t get to see as much of her as I’d hoped, but it was still a lovely long weekend. We had a few meals here and on Thursday night, with Bart home from a business trip, we ventured into the North End and visited Mike’s Pastry.
Yankee Girl wrote me a long long email a few weeks ago telling me all the things I must see and do in Boston and the longest paragraph of all was dedicated to the cannolis at Mike’s Pastry and how to successfully navigate the madhouse. She told me that, “when you have entered Mike’s Pastries with 30 people in front of you and make it out with your order in 5 minutes you may consider yourself a Bostonian.” Done and done.
Also, she wasn’t kidding about the cannolis being the best thing ever. Heidi went back the next day. I spent the next day at work dreaming about going back. If you come to visit? I guarantee I will drive you there myself. And force you to buy a cannoli.
Um, was that three paragraphs about a dessert? Yes, yes it was. You should see the inside of my brain. It’s the dessert channel all day long.
You will not be surprised to find out that this was far and away my favorite pumpkin of the night. I will not apologize.
It was a delightful weekend, even though I know the winter is not far off (the numbness in my toes after walking around outside for 90 minutes reminded me of this fact. Also the call from Bart this afternoon to alert me that it was snowing).
This brings my total number of blog friends met to four and I have thus far managed to avoid being murdered in my bed. I shall try to keep this streak going.