Delicious oatmeal scones at Schubert's Bakery across the street from the store. For years, these sweet treats were a necessary part of my morning. Then, inexplicably, about a year ago they disappeared. Inquiries into the matter proved unsatisfying: maybe the baker who made them each morning had absconded with the recipe? In any event, my persistent whining has finally paid off, as they reappeared recently amongst the croissants and the cheese puffs and the raspberry rings. A cup of hot fair trade Sumatran and an oatmeal scone. To paraphrase Joseph Campbell, "Follow your bliss to Schubert's, and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls."