A bell jingled softly as the door to Mrs. Appleby's Bakery swung open. Warm, sugary aromas swirled through the air, enveloping a newcomer in a cozy embrace. Display cases sparkled with an array of confections that would tempt any sweet tooth. "Perhaps a slice of that scrumptious raspberry tart, my dear?" a fluffy-haired matron suggested, her voice melodic and inviting. "But isn't that your award-winning chocolate cake more your style?" replied a sharp, amused voice. Chuckles escaped the matron as she replied, "Oh, my friend, it's Tuesday, and as much as I adore chocolate, I once promised a patron I'd only bake raspberry today - it's Super Sweet Tuesday, after all." The chuckles turned into hearty laughter as footsteps approached. The newcomer peered over the jam-filled crust, battling a smile. "I've never heard that before. Anyway, I've moved past my chocolate cravings; do you ever eat anything that isn't a dessert?" "Well, let me tell you a secret," came a conspiratorial whisper. "Behind that freshly cleaned countertop, there's a loaf of sourdough that might just speak to YOUR soul, should you be daring enough to take a bite." "Ah," said the neophyte of sweets with appreciation. "That does sound tempting. Tomorrow, I wager, will be a Transitional Thursday. Come for tea, try for sourdough!" The matron chuckled, achieving a perfect blend of merriment and mystery. "Ah, but we'll see you there, my dear. On your Super Sweet Tuesday, there's only room for one star: you and the raspberry tart."