If Shakespeare were alive today, I am sure Richard III’s famous line would have gone something like this…A cream puff! A cream puff! My kingdom for a cream puff! A Chestnut Hill Bakery cream puff, that is!
I can’t recall my first cream puff. I just know that cream puffs became a favorite treat early in my development. So much so that when my eleventh or twelfth birthday approached, my sole wish was a cream puff from Chestnut Hill Bakery. Why this inexpensive and seemingly strange request in the age of Aigner, Gloria Vanderbilt, Jordache, and Calvin Klein? Well, let me back up to the months leading up to my wish.
As a connoisseur of sweets, who also developed early onset couch potato-ism, I was, needless to say, chubby and had been from the second or third grade. I grew up in the fad diet mania of the 1970’s and 80’s so I tried all kinds of crazy diets. The diet I had been on at the time of my request was a highly restrictive one. I could eat one meal of 500 calories or less per day and drink all of the grapefruit juice I could stand. I did this for quite some time and did lose a lot of weight. However, as my birthday approached, I longed for only one thing—a cream puff from Chestnut Hill Bakery.
|Yummy cream puff almost larger than my hand!|