There are a few things in life that bring me great joy, one of which is eating. I indulge myself with the extra edible moment of satisfaction now and again which includes stopping at Fourno’s in Dunkeld to enjoy a poppy seed Danish and a cappuccino. These are precious moments. Moments that allow you to be quiet, relax and just savour the experience as the rest of the world goes by unnoticed.
This morning’s experience unfortunately included me noticing a lot more than the world go by. There are little creatures rumoured to only venture out in the dark and in the absence of human beings. Well, the Dunkeld variety are far more brazen. My quiet moment was disrupted by not one, but several tentacle twitching, crawling creatures no doubt salivating over my treat. I carried on eating of course, I’m not one to be wasteful, but I was momentarily disturbed that such a popular venue would have such unsavory residents.
Do I want to go back there? I don’t think so. But where would I get my poppy seed Danish? I’ve tried elsewhere with no luck. Mmmmm, what to do, what to do? I’ve read somewhere that cockroaches, in fact, don’t like dirt and should not be maligned as disgusting creatures of the filthy kind. Yes, I’m trying to justify going back there for my Danish.
That said, should I notify the proprietor and risk my next Danish tasting of insecticide that could cause genital malformation in unborn babies? Or should I just wait to find this particular bakery on the cover of the Star newspaper sporting cinnamon buns with more than just raisins?
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