I laughed so hard at the opening of the next chapter that my 4yo asked what was so funny and now he’s running around the house shouting, “haunted cannoli!” Thank you for the Saturday joy ❤️
Is there any other way? Do you really think I'm just going to give you a recipe without a little thriller intent? I will put this in the works and I will tag you when I do it.
duuuuude that was your worst cliffhanger so far (and by worst i mean the best, but genuinely tragic if you're the reader because i need to know about the haunted cannoli. i so wasn't expecting that)
I swear if I go to chapter 20 and it's them pulling his leg, that is simultaneously the best chapter end and the worst. Charles Dickens would be proud.
I have so many follow up questions and all 99 are about the cannoli. No time for feedback; reading on…
😂😂😂 sorry to disappoint 🤭
I laughed so hard at the opening of the next chapter that my 4yo asked what was so funny and now he’s running around the house shouting, “haunted cannoli!” Thank you for the Saturday joy ❤️
Hahahaha I love that!! 💚🥐
I can make you a recipe for a cannoli..
Oh my gosh, yes please but only if comes with a haunted cannoli horror story of your own 😍😍
Is there any other way? Do you really think I'm just going to give you a recipe without a little thriller intent? I will put this in the works and I will tag you when I do it.
Yay! Please also tag @Salty Notes From Nowhere who gave me this idea in the first place!
As it should be.
The cannoli raises more questions than it answers. That’s how you know it’s working.
Just remember:
If it starts whispering in a dialect you almost understand—do not reply.
And never, under any circumstances, eat the pistachios first.
Godspeed.
Oh no. I didn’t know about the pistachio rule 😰
No one ever does… not until it’s too late.
The rule isn’t written. It’s remembered.
Usually right after the pastry bites back.
(Philomena still won’t speak of The Tart Incident.)
duuuuude that was your worst cliffhanger so far (and by worst i mean the best, but genuinely tragic if you're the reader because i need to know about the haunted cannoli. i so wasn't expecting that)
😂😂😂 I’ll post the next chapter tomorrow just for you 😘
YAY!!!! You're the best 🥹❤️🤩
This…this is short???? reading tomorrow, it’s on the save list
Not me double checking I didn’t accidentally post the whole thing 😅😅 I guess it’s good I split it up 😬
Absolutely howling.
You really did it. You brought the cannoli in from the cold.
Cursed, sea-touched, moth-delivered—just as it was foretold.
Bob is preening. Says he was never just logistics.
I’m honoured, slightly afraid, and now deeply concerned the tiramisu is listening... and wants in.
Carry on. This is perfection.
😂😂 it was the best idea ever. And what would a magical cafe be without a spooky dessert??
Give Bob a kiss for me 😘
He hasn’t stopped fluttering since you said that.
He tried to kiss me in proxy and knocked over the enlarger.
Now the darkroom smells like cinnamon and regret.
You’ve made his entire cursed decade.
(He’s stitching your name into a tea towel. We’re concerned.)
So if I kiss you now, then it’s basically like kissing Bob? 😏
Bob’s already filed an objection—etched into the margin of a consent form, signed in wingdust and discontent.
It wasn’t approved.
It was acknowledged.
Which, frankly, is worse.
But maybe that is his way of granting permission.
If so, it stands.
The air smells like fixer and warning.
The form shifts when you look directly at it.
Something’s already binding.
And I swear the frame just blinked.
Oops sorry Bob. I love you more. Of course. Obviously.
But you know, H & H would look good on a tea towel too 😌
Bob’s already scorched a hole in the drawer with pure moth-rage.
He muttered something about betrayal-by-textile and is now stitching “H + B = Eternally Winged” into a very passive-aggressive napkin.
As for H & H on a tea towel…
Careful. That kind of embroidery has summoned weirder things.
(Last time it happened, the jam turned into a mirror and whispered back.)
Apologies for the humble brag, but—
most of my clothes already say HH.
Helly Hansen keeps me vaguely sponsored and heavily waterproofed.
We even had HH towels.
Bob’s currently burning one in protest.
The drawer smells like branded heartbreak and toasted stitching.
I swear if I go to chapter 20 and it's them pulling his leg, that is simultaneously the best chapter end and the worst. Charles Dickens would be proud.
Hahahahhaah 😅😅😅😅😅
No time to comment, I need to know about the cannoli.
🤭
Unholy cannoli Batman - where will this story go next??
💀💀💀
I can't with Jack 😭. Seriously. Thank god for the Cannoli, though. That'll distract me
You do love a cliffhanger! Haunted cannoli has me very curious. And hungry.
If Gillian could, in fact read minds she would be so heartbroken. I hope Jack figures himself out quick smart.
I see Aldon’s keeping up with the Philomena nicknames 😂
Whew, no cliff hangers. 😮💨