tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193106.post111272791432205955..comments2007-03-12T22:06:16.174-06:00Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05951682320258878397noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193106.post-1112771064793522552005-04-06T01:04:00.000-06:002005-04-06T01:04:00.000-06:00I do so like the Boise Co Op<BR/>- I went there when it was small and quaint and odd. When it was in a little building on Hill Road, sitting under the tall cliff wall that was "painted" with bird droppings-<BR/> and -oh-<BR/>Wild flour (or flower?) bakery had the best cookies. <BR/>no dairy. thick, fat. just wonderful. I dream of those cookies sometimes. chocolate chips. raisins. <BR/>all kinds of grains. a meal of a cookie- so satisfying.<BR/>I remember what it smelled like to walk into that store- earthy, herbs (said with "hard" H sound! of course! not weakened Erbs)<BR/>Spices, insence, beeswax candles, and health- if one could smell health, was the scent there. <BR/>I found a Co op here in my town and I was so excited my stomach did flops. When I walked in- I inhaled deeply- and found home. It smelled the same. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com