Sweet

My neighborhood is full of fancy cafes. And galleries. Condos. Boutiques. Etc. Unfortunately, overpriced baked goods is the only one I can afford. Just barely at that. I usually have the wherewithal to resist South End Buttery, Appleton Cafe, and even Flour. But I can't resist Haley House. Despite my heart and resolve of steel, I'm still human- powerless to resist their coconut shortbread cookies. Plus, their whole operation is volunteer run, with proceeds going to the adjacent soup kitchen. Food that alleviates hunger, that's just bloody brilliant. Yesterday, remembering that Meghan the Rock had the "best cupcake of her life" there, I picked one up after work and skipped all the way home.

"Are you sitting down?" I asked Landlady Chang as I kicked off my shoes.
"Yes."
"You better stay that way, we're having do-gooder cupcake."

And so we both sat down, each with half a coconut cupcake on our plates, on opposite ends of the dining room table. It was great, and the passion fruit layer really kicked it up a notch, but I wouldn't say best ever. Just top 8. We ate. We listened to Kiss-108. And we talked about Thanksgiving. Pretty good for a Wednesday afternoon.