spindloaf

Like Totally dreams that she is a baker in an old village. At sunset she goes to the woods to collect  spindle tree flowers. They are bright-orange and hot-pink in color with one shiny black dot in the middle. She soaks them over night to use the spindle tree flowers flavored water for her beats and feces loafs. The grosser with the sour smile stops at her door and asks to never ever bring her loafs to the village store.
One hundred years later Like Totally dreams a highway with the exit marked Spindloaf, a well known culinary tourism destination famous for its exotic bread flavors.