It's not the man I was after (I never even laid eyes or hands(!) on him). It was his goods- croissants speckled with sugar, cooked to perfection. Flaky pastries covered with powdered sugar, oozing with dulce de leche. The smell, blocks away, of sugar in the air. . . Any gluten eater would have been lured!
It was the goods, my love, not the man! And all I have left is feelings of regret. . . and some chubby cheeks.That's NOTHING compared to all that you've given me! Please consider it, not an affair, but a moment (or 2 or 3 or 4) of weakness. Weakness that led me, not to the arms of a man, but only to his goods (baked goods, that is). . . ; )
Filled with Regret and Lots of Sugar,
Amy
I mean seriously Amy, how could anyone resist those goods?? (those baked goods of course!)
ReplyDeletePretty please post some NZ pics!