Postcard #11- Hello Sweetie!

Posted on April 7, 2011. Filed under: Postcards | Tags: , , , , , |

It’s no secret that I love sugar-cookies, cupcakes, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups; if it has sugar in it you can be sure will I find it irresistible. I am always in search of some sugary love and today I found it at Dee’s Bakery in Reno, Nevada. The bakery/restaurant/special event venue is located in a charming house complete with a white picket fence on a quiet tree lined street. I almost expected to see June Cleaver planting flowers in the front yard. Quaintness aside, I had to remember that I wasn’t there for the landscaping- I was there to get my sugar fix fixed and this was just the place to do it.

I opened the door and was immediately greeted by a case full of treats: petit fours, sugar cookies, macaroons too many to list, but they all looked delicious. Thank heaven the goodies were nestled behind protective glass because if they weren’t this story might have ended differently. Dee’s Bakery also serves up a tasty lunch menu so if you’re feeling shy about just buying a scrumptious éclair, make yourself feel better by buying lunch first and the éclair second.

Need a specialty cake for a wedding, birthday, and other special occasion? Dee and her staff only need a short amount of notice and they can create exactly what you need. Need a place to have a wedding? Dee has that covered too! Make sure you check out their website at to see how truly beautiful the site is and how many delicious treats they have to offer.

Did I mention the staff was friendly and very helpful? Their advice helped to calm the sugar monster and I walked away with a box full of treats to share with my husband. This was my first visit to Dee’s Bakery, but not my last! I highly recommend you check it out- you know you need some sugary love to get you through the day!

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Postcard #9- Rosalee loves bees and honey

Posted on March 27, 2011. Filed under: Postcards | Tags: , , , , , , , , |

I once read that everyone has a Muse and it is important to make friends with it, you know, give it a face, a name, a voice, take it out to dinner- whatever floats your boat. I have two Muses: one for the children’s stories I write and another for more grown-up subjects. Rosalee likes bees, springtime, sugar, and riding bikes. She is from Eureka Falls and is usually eager to help me write. Mr. Pfleuger is my other Muse; he looks like Danny Devito, chomps on a cigar, drinks scotch, and has a mouth like a dock worker. Rosalee and Mr. Pfleuger have served me well until this week when they both got on a bus and left town. They didn’t leave a note or phone number so I’m not sure when they will return.

When I found myself without help, postcard number nine wasn’t done or even started so I was left with two choices: hammer out a story alone or procrastinate. My choice was easy: procrastinate.

Procrastination and I have a long history so I didn’t mind spending another day with him. Together we came up with a plan: stay away from anything to do with writing, which included pens, pencils, paper or a computer. So I left home, taking my old friend with me.

It had been at least thirty years since I had my ears cleaned out and what better day than today! My husband complained about having to repeat himself again and again. I choose to think of it as selective hearing. He really did have a point so I bravely marched into the doctor’s office and offered up my ears. If you’ve never had your ears cleaned out – it’s like having a garden hose shoot water into your brain. It doesn’t hurt but the sound is indescribably weird. What they don’t tell you is that the extra water will take a while to drain itself out. I wanted to be alone so I could hop around on one foot like Rumpelstiltskin in the privacy of my own home. The extra water finally drained from my ears and I was free to venture outside. I drove to the recyclers where the highlight of my trip was throwing baby food jars into the glass recycling dumpsters and listening to them break. It’s like being a hooligan without actually damaging property which I always like.

Sometimes being a good citizen deserves a reward, so I took myself to one of the best restaurants in Reno: Dish Café. If you’ve never been there or seen the episode on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, it’s a small restaurant that serves scrumptious food. Want a sandwich? They have it. Soup? Sure! There are so many good things to choose from but my favorite thing are the cupcakes. It is everything a cupcake should be: the cake part is not too sweet the frosting is generously slathered on and the whole thing is topped off with sugary sprinkles it is perfection in a paper liner.

Later at home, Procrastination helped me to find The Home Shopping Network where Iman was selling silky harem pants. I imagined myself wearing them to work! To the Club! To the beach! Where couldn’t I wear them? I briefly considered buying a pair in every color, but my recent trip to the Assistance League reminded me that I didn’t need to jam my closets full of clothes that I didn’t really need or want.

It was getting late in the day and I was doing such a good job of not writing and I needed to continue avoid a computer, so I decided to make a nice dinner. I have long and notorious record of making strange things to eat: Supper Sauce, chicken that I turned into tuna fish just by adding vinegar, and the infamous flaming enchilada crock pot incident. I decided that this meal was going to be different because I was actually going to use a real recipe. From a magazine. I enjoy reading Bon Appetit and the April issue featured radishes. I love vegetables but I had never tried cooking radishes so what better day than today? I went to Raleys where a lovely bunch of radishes were just waiting for me. I also bought some wine, Dijon mustard and broccoli for John. As the chicken cooked and I cut the radishes in half, I felt happy about what I was doing and I thought about the good day Procrastination had given me. I didn’t even feel all that bad about not having postcard number nine done.

As I went to bed that night, I thought about my day: my closets were cleaner, I didn’t have glass jars rattling around in my car, and I learned how to cook radishes with a yummy wine and Dijon mustard sauce – not too shabby for a day spent with Procrastination. As Procrastination always says, “Why do it today, when you can always do it tomorrow.”

So here I am, it’s tomorrow and I’m sitting here trying to think of ideas for postcard number ten. What? There’s a Golden Girls marathon on, I have to go! Too bad Rosalee and Mr. Pfluegar aren’t here, they love the Golden Girls! So easy and so good- give it a try!

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