The fried and baked sugary perfections line up one after the other, all mouth-watering, but I only have eyes for one. My gaze locks onto the most delicious-looking blueberry muffin I have ever made eye contact with. Wrapped in a brown paper robe, she sits there—golden, with steam wafting off her and tiny sugar granules sprinkled on top—calling out my name longingly from two feet away.
