text: I have a confession to make The pastries in the Sicilian Pastry Shop frighten me nnEvery time I go past and glimpse at the rows of gigantic cakes puff pasties cream buns and iced deserts I get visions of Tony Soprano and his crew Some times they select half a dozen pastries to eat in the strip club with their espressos Other times I imagine them pistolwhipping customers that dare to look in their direction as they demand half the shops takings and the bakers freshest cakes nnIm sure they taste good but are they worth the possibility of being iced to death