A Dream List

I’ve never like the idea of making a bucket list - the built-in reminder of one’s looming mortality just put me off - but one of the blogs I follow recently suggested the idea of a dreams list, which has no implied (and depressingly literal) deadline, and I’ve taken to it like a duck to water. It turns out that it’s very useful to have a place to write down things like “Have brunch at Milktooth” (I for one want to try to sourdough sweet potato doughnuts with the cranberry curd), because otherwise the idea will simply recur to me fleetingly at times, generally when there’s nothing to be done about it

The list has also alerted me to a hitherto-unrecognized brunch obsession, because I keep sticking brunch places on it. What can I say? Everyone loves breakfast food, it’s cheaper than dinner, often there are salmon eggs benedicts, and I still dream of finding a place to buy the perfect cinnamon roll.

Although I could always add “learn to bake cinnamon rolls” to the list. Baking bread is already on there, and I’ve been waffling about whether to add pastry.