Today, I made the mistake of going to the supermarket without buying a baguette. I realized this huge error as I was checking out. It was too late, there was nothing to be done. And so I took my bags, and I walked. I walked a 15-minute walk of shame back to my apartment, considering the effects of my actions, and debating whether or not I could make it through a day without this dear loaf of goodness.
The answer, kids, is no. There were just too many cheeses that needed spreading, too many scoops of Nutella that needed a vehicle to find their way into my mouth. And so this happened:
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They even included a little paper to give it a hug! |
One special bakery trip later, I was fully equipped with my weapon of choice, and fully prepared to enter the only war I ever condone: my personal battle against the delicious foods of France. Somehow, they keep multiplying, and I must eat more and more! It's a vicious battle, but someone has to be on the front lines.
Love and bread everyone,
Angie
J'ai hate de te voir en automne :)
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On peut manger tant de baguettes.
I want that baguette maintenant.
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