RecipeMuncher

I have a dream. Some day I want to own a dear little café in a quiet little street lined with big old trees. I want this little place to be a haven for the locals, where they’ll come to hang out for a bit over a cup of hot creamy coffee or read a newspaper or just stare idly out of the huge bay windows that overlook onto the street where a car passes by every now and then. I’ll address them all by their first names and chat them up as I scribble the day’s specials on a (...)