Ah, the ubiquitous 'macaron'. I remember the first time I beheld one (long before people began furiously 'pinning' them senseless). I was skulking around a market in the South of France, probably in a mood because a) the only dress I deemed passable turned out to be a harem pant playsuit or b) the 67,000 … Continue reading An ode to a macaron.
Approaching thirty, one should probably care about the usual job-marriage-babies Holy Trinity while eating quinoa and doing a plank. However, the two things that really make me feel alive are: seeing a ridiculously cute animal and cooking. Unfortunately, because I turn into Lennie from 'Of Mice and Men' when I spot a furry friend, animals … Continue reading Terrible name for a blog!
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