I must have driven past Freeport Bakery more than fifty times in the past few years, and yet, never stopped to check it out until recently. The place is small and not very noticeable. Also, there are three other good bakeries within walking distance from my house. Why drive to Freeport? As reasonable as that sounds, I am still a bit disgruntled at myself for not having ventured into this sweet heaven sooner. I guess I just don't like the idea of me missing out on something so delightful, especially when it's right under my nose. They offer a pretty sizable selection, and most of their cakes and baked goods look so gorgeous I'd love to buy one of each, take photos of them all and go on an Instagram posting binge. But well, on that particular day, I only had enough calorie allotment for two things: a fudge cupcake and a tiramisu cake pop. What can I say about those goodies? They tempted me to go find the baker and give him/her the warmest bear hug. They motivated me to try to live to be over 100 years old just to keep savoring sweet little things. They were almost as good as sex. They made me the happiest glutton.