The Insane and Bodacious Project World of Kit Fox

I had this amazing dream the other night.  You know those small towns who make themselves famous by specializing in a certain type of folk art and attracting a tourist trade?  In my dream, my sister, The Boyfriend and I were visiting such a town — oddly enough, not a Hawaiian town, one on the mainland — that specialized in tikis.  They were having an annual craft fair with lots of tents full of tiki art and I, of course, was in heaven.

I wandered into this shop, which was a combination bakery/bookshop.  It was amazing.  It wasn’t like a bakery that had a few paperbacks, or a bookshop with a cafe and some crusty scones, it was really equal parts bakery and books.  They were amazing books too, the place was just crammed with beautiful hardcover books, fascinating ones, and I found myself with three in my arms before I’d been in there five minutes.

Then the scent of bread called me to the bakery section.  Without even ordering, the happy baker lady gave me this beautiful, delicate little phyllo puff pastry filled with cheese and bacon, then she plopped a raw egg on top and the pastry was so hot that it started soft boiling the egg right there in my hand. 

When I went to pay, her husband was working the register, a charming mid-50s man with a mustache named David.  He told me about their dream of never compromising one side of the shop for the other, always keeping it equal parts books and baked goods.  There was a crowd of patrons.

I want to live in this world.