14 Sweets with my Sweetie

Later that afternoon, Petey and I were hungry for a sweet treat so we turned to Steves’ recommendations. He offered two choices: Kiwi Ice Cream shop and Cukarin’s cookies. We hit both. Cukarin’s was a little hard to find, tucked away between a back alley … actually, every shop in Korčula is tucked away in a back alley. The line for Cukarin's was out the door. The British couple in front of us was holding a Lonely Planet tour book that had also recommended this place. Two books independently recommending an eatery ... the place must be good. The shopkeeper, Smiljana Matijaca, is a lovely lady with crew-cut silver hair, red rim glasses, and a grin from ear to ear. She seemingly bakes nonstop selling out by midday then reopening in the evening after baking another batch. She was proud of her product, offering each customer a small sample of each of her specialties. We couldn’t decide between the chocolate amaretto balls, the almond cookies, or the unique klasun (a crunchy nugget filled with walnut cream) ... so we go several of each. Sweet!

Next stop ... the Kiwi Caffe Ice Cream Shoppe. Again, the place was packed and just around the corner from another ice cream stand. What made this place unique was the fancy ice cream creations, they call it Artist Ice Cream. Petey and I shared a super three-scoop hot fudge and hot caramel Sundae with the usual nutty and creamy addons. The spoon was uniquely shaped like a small snow shovel … and boy did we shovel. The whipped cream was richer, thicker than its counterpart back home. The squared-end spoon made it easy to scrape every last fudge and caramel calorie from the sides of the glass bowl.

As we savored our creative confectionery concoction, we were entertained by a young family of bikers. Mom and dad had just satisfied their sugar fix at Kiwi's and were set to hop on their road bikes and hit the trail on their own Korčula adventure. Before they clamped on, they tightly packed a toddler son and toddler daughter into their own custom seats. The kids were strapped in and strapped on from head to toe. The only thing they could move was their eyeballs. We surmised that "the family that bikes together stays together."