Cinnamon bun joy is not all about the sugar!
Walking to the market today, I was remarking to Yarrow how I've picked up a habit my grandma used to have and I never understood: sometimes I won't spend money on me but I'll happily imagine I have the exact same money to spend on someone else. In this case it was the cinnamon buns with sort of chewy almost French pastry that the guy at the end spot in the Saturday market makes. I have bought one there every week since we arrived. Yarrow and I usually share one, partly because carbohydrates but also partly because Yarrow says "they're $4 each mom, two would be $8." Too right. But earlier this morning we stopped for coffee on the way to the market and there I was offering to bring the beautiful Australian barista one back. Because they're just so joyful you HAVE to share them. And then I noted to Yarrow about how I didn't understand it when my grandma did it but now I understand it. And he agreed that it does actually give you more pleasure out of th