On my way out of Hinckley yesterday, I stopped by Tobies to get some English muffins and bread — and something for second breakfast. I’d been eying these date cookies for a long while, so I finally got one. I ate only half of it in the car, despite its being really, really good, so I could have the second half this morning.
It’s easy to assume that smaller towns like Hinckley would be a pain to live in, because they don’t have the whole host of stores that a lot of us are used to. Granted, my regular trips back to Minneapolis make it easy to grab whatever I need from Target, but I’ve still been surprised at how quickly I’ve adjusted to Hinckley life. When I think of some household gadget I need, I check the thrift store(s) first, and I can usually find something to do the job. And when it comes to certain things, I find myself preferring Hinckley by far — donuts, for example. I used to have some bakeries I liked in Minneapolis, but now I find myself disappointed when I’m jonesing for a pastry in the cities. Why even bother, if I can’t have one of the ridiculous sugar bombs from Tobies?
