The Williamsburg General Store in Williamsburg, Massachusetts, where I worked for a summer during college, is a favorite stop on the old two-lane highway from Boston to the Berkshires. Now refashioned for tourists, the store has an ice cream shop, a wall of penny candy, hundreds of kitchen gadgets, and a bakery where customers line up for fresh-baked breads, cakes, and Wrapples, the signature pastry rolls stuffed with apples and cinnamon and glazed with sugar. They're like apple pies, repackaged. The store has its own winning recipe, but I reverse-engineered a close approximation, heavier on the lemon flavor, that earns its own raves.