*After receiving a wonderfully surprising comment from Taylor herself, I had to reintroduce this post and hope that inspires some of you just in time for the weekend. If you're like me, you'll get a journal and sketchbook handy, grab some hot cocoa and s'mores, and whip those dreams into something rivaling reality. Until then...*
Its frigid here in New York. The last of the autumn leaves have fallen. December is not being timid in greeting us with its blistering night winds. I'm eternally longing for hot cocoa every time I step out of the house. My long daily commutes leave me with only my harvesting thoughts to keep me warm. I catch myself daydreaming constantly lately, and its as if these consuming thoughts of mine make the cold in my blood fall away sheepishly just like the dying leaves. You won't be surprised by my latest fantasy of course, as you know me all too well now. Last night you can see me fumbling around with the idea of bringing back Bed & Breakfast Queen to the blog, simply because I never want to lose sight of where I want to end up. And that will always be somewhere far away from here, perched atop a luscious rolling hill in San Fran or the South of France, in a magical Victorian cottage old enough to tell a thousand stories through its walls. And each morning I'll wake up, happier than the day that preceded it, as giddy as a kid on Christmas to prepare warm buttery croissants and cafe au lait for the guests of my B&B. Perhaps they'll invite friends along for the afternoon high tea buffet I'll make sure is always brimming to the vintage silver rim. But alas its just a dream for now. Or not. Something came along this week that had visited me once before in the form of a magazine article...way before this time of my indulgent nature and infatuation with food. It was a simple article about a simple girl who long had a dream about opening a bakery. Fast forward a couple years and I stumbled across her website, only to find she closed up shop. I sighed with devastation. I'll never get to visit this place. This place to me...is heaven on Earth.
Heaven on Main is the story of me. Well okay no, granted, its the story of gorgeous model turned pastry chef Taylor, and her handsomely savvy husband cum business partner Josh, but still, just go with me on this one. The article I had read only half consciously those years ago was all for show. It rang on about the organic this and healthy options that, never really capturing the essence of what I imagine Heaven on Main was. The moment I saw the old Victorian mansion staring back at me from the website, its the moment I knew my own dream was feasible and not just fleeting. Even though Taylor only wanted a bakery to call her own, she was pleasantly surprised to find the mansion came with two apartments on the top floor, which she rented all the while to make extra income. Wouldn't it be splendid if I could one day find something similar...a house grand enough to house my pastries and tea at the bottom, and decadent B&B palace at the top? "Rather than being a traditional rural retreat, Heaven has essentially become the town’s living room," is how this NY Times article introduced me to Taylor's humbly sweet business venture. Taylor went to CIA, the creme de la creme of all culinary schools (right here in NY of course) which I mentioned before I longed to attend, but at sixty grand a year, that will never happen. After graduating she modeled in Europe, which with that face, is no surprise. While in Paris modeling, she did research, keeping a journal...of cookies eaten at Ladurée and pudding-thick African hot chocolate sipped at Angelina. She literally ate at every great bakery in Paris, something I just just mentioned in this post here. Small world. One day while standing in a couture gown, she called up a real estate broker and requested to see a few spots in the deep suburban areas of upstate New York. No sooner did she hint at launching her own dream did she find this mansion which swept her off her feet. The rest is history. I only wish I had a chance to visit and be embraced with the wafting fragrances of fresh from-the-oven brownies or the lingering hints of gingerbread cookies and blueberry pie. For now I'll just have to admire Taylor from afar, but always secretly thank her for showing me a dream is only a dream if you keep it that way.
all images courtesy Heaven on Main