
One day, when I was channeling the Princess of Darkness (the explanation will be saved for a future post), my beloved asked me what he could do to banish my wicked mood.
“I want a cupcake.”
“What flavor?” he asked, puzzled by my request.
“I don’t care as long as it is pretty. I don’t want to eat it; I want to look at it.”
Yes, I really said that.
Within the hour, he returned with a bag from a bakery in hand. Inside was a chocolate mousse cupcake decorated with a tower of dark chocolate shavings and a chocolate lattice.
I contemplated its craftsmanship and then I devoured it. It was delish. Yes, life’s moment of decadence should be celebrated.
If and when I ever make it to Paris, my first stop will be the Ladurée patisserie. Their colourful macaroons are legendary.


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