Look at what some of our new friends have to say Daisy’s Desserts gets an A+ No make that a Y For Yum Neighborhood Rag The West Side of town finally gets the bakery wonderland we’ve all been waiting for It’s a place consume massive amounts of glaze and chocolate but it’s also a place to sit with an espresso take in the sights of the neighborhood and connect with others Stop in if you have a chance be disappointed Baked Goody Blog Have you met the new kid on won’t to You
the block At the center of this brand-new neighborhood bakery is Daisy the owner and baker who makes time for each and every customer even as she’s rushing to bake more of her hot apple bars which are BAR NONE Just in Times And to think this is only the beginning of our great glazed journey together What else can possibly be in store Think pistachios licorice and white chocolate just some of the new and fun flavors I’m playing around with in my kitchen There’s plenty of baked love to go around here See you inside the cupboard xo Daisy
Chapter 1 Sugar Free Maggie McAllister gazed out from her bedroom window on the third floor of her Nana’s brownstone building on 11th Street The trees had begun to lose their leaves and the branches shook gently as the morning breeze blew Hidden in the top branches of one tree was a large painted bird feeder Nana had it placed in full view so Maggie and her sister Grace could watch the birds gather and feed all winter long Right now there was a male cardinal poking its beak into the air ruffling his bright red feathers Maggie threw a slipper at the window It made a thud The bird flew away Often Maggie would find herself staring into space out of windows through doorways and up into the cloudy sky She did way more staring and thinking than talking In fact she
hadn’t said much for the past several months Not since the accident The only person she ever really talked to was Nana or the housekeepers or Grace of course Well she talked to Grace when Grace wasn’t being Annoying with a capital A Or when Maggie wasn’t feeling Angry with a capital A But Maggie seemed to be angry a lot of the time And Grace was annoying all of the time Outside Maggie could hear the sounds of cars and footsteps voices of people making their way up and down the block She slid the window open A smell of cool fall rushed in and Maggie took big gulps of air She caught a whiff of something different than usual though Different better Was that food Maggie’s tummy grumbled Was it coming from the Indian Café Franco’s Italian Galleon It smelled warm and sweet like fresh bread There was no smell better than fresh bread Mom used to bake fresh bread every Sunday And Dad used to eat it all before Monday even came That wonderful smell brought back so many memories
