Bakery adds 'something extra'
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BERKLEY — In a room off the kitchen at Elwin's bakery in Berkley, a floor mixer held by what looks like a giant C-clamp stands empty, resting. In the kitchen itself, a few loaves of pumpkin and zucchini-raisin sweet breads remain on the mostly empty trays that line racks.
It is early afternoon, and the scones for which Elwin's is known, and other cookies and breads, have long since been delivered to area markets, such as Westborn on Woodward.
Elwin Greenwald is setting out boxes to be filled with samples of sweet and savory scones, savory as in spinach-cheddar. “Nobody (else) does savory scones,” he said.
They will be delivered, he says, to a distributor who is considering taking them to market in the Cincinnati area. Currently, they are also distributed to Spartan markets, where they can be found packaged under the store brand, and to Holiday, Hiller and Nino's markets.
Nearby, his sister, Judy, packs sweet scones drizzled with icing. She says her favorite scone changes with the season, but right now she likes the caramel apple scones. Her brother seems to like anything with raisins.
Source: Hometownlife.com
My Own Real-Life 'Pet Sematary' Horror Story
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For most of us, there is a critical moment in our childhood that changes the way we think about life. I'm talking about the day we come to discover life isn't all hunky dory, bowl of cherries and realize that there is a scary dark underbelly in this world . And once we know that dark place is there, we never look at anything the same. Ever.
For me, this revelatory moment was closely tied to a hamster named Spaz (yes, Spaz). A pet that started out as a soft, fuzzy little friend soon revealed to me a world so horrifyingly unfathomable that even death could not save us from its horrors.
WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT INTENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART (or anyone who really loves hamsters).
Spaz lived a good life with us, shimmying the tube to his hamster-sized loft apartment day after day and sliding back down to run his wheel all hours of the night. He explored every nook of my parents' house in his exercise ball, ran berserk through my dollhouse (something I could only dream of doing), and rested fat and happy each morning, his cheeks full of delicious hamster pellets.
Source: The Stir