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Cripplingly Delicious

July 16, 2009


All gone…anyone care to visit Paris and bring me another bag?

Sure, I could jet over and fetch macarons myself, but there is something infinitely romantic about being handed a parcel of cookies from France, which someone has carried in her purse through metros, museums, security checkpoints and taxis, destined for my belly.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Jane Miro permalink
    July 16, 2009 9:18 pm

    and to watch this same belly swell, ever so gently, almost imperceptibly, pregnant with bon gout, is also so very sexy and delicious. Yum yum!

  2. looka permalink
    July 17, 2009 7:14 pm

    It's like, not that far away from me. I can do the jump. I need some fresh air anyhow. I'd just do it cuz, soooo, III, can get …some for me, tooooo!

    But we would have to cut short on the romance part!

  3. Amanda permalink
    July 17, 2009 7:18 pm

    Oh yeah, no worries. I mean "romance" like I want to swoon and sigh over the cookies…not like I want to french-kiss the person who delivers them!

  4. looka permalink
    July 17, 2009 7:33 pm

    Hahahah, exactly what I meant with romance – it would be a flamin' encounter with those sweets!

    Like I can resist them!

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