Run: 2026-03-03-01KJTY4Z25PB0NS8Q203FVX4HQ

The glass display case fogs around the edges, thick with the sweet steam of cinnamon rolls cooling on the rack behind it. A crumb-strewn linen towel drapes over the edge of the worn wooden prep counter, and the distant hum of a convection oven thrums softly in the back. Wait, where’d the jar of wild clover honey go? I had set it right here by the rolling pin last night. Not the honey jar you keep leaving on the windowsill to cool? Louise moved it to the prep shelf this morning, said it was in the way of the morning pastry trays. Oh! I forgot she was coming in early today. Wait, but that’s not what I was asking about. Did you see the tiny brass sheep cookie cutter? I had it tucked in the drawer by the flour bin yesterday. Sheep cutter? No, but Clara dropped off those jam-filled thumbprint cookies an hour ago, and she mentioned spotting Mrs. Hale hauling a stack of your sourdough starter by the coat rack. Said you’d misplaced it last week. Mrs. Hale? I left that starter right on the counter by the espresso machine! Wait a second—hold on, is that the lavender shortbread I smell on your apron pocket? I thought those were saved exclusively for the book club tomorrow. You didn’t notice the vanilla extract spill in the back storage closet? I knocked over the bottle restocking the jars ten minutes ago. Oops. Looks like I’ve got a sticky mess to mop up before the afternoon regulars roll in.