A little, French bakery has opened down the street from my house. I adore it. I also loathe it because I have no willpower and it sells the most divine croissants I've ever eaten.
At first I just ate them to keep my fat levels topped up, but the guilt was overwhelming. Now, I use them as rewards for dealing with daily crap.
Had a crying child at kindy drop off? Get a croissant.
Gone to the gym? Get a croissant.
Bad hair day? Get a croissant.
Tantrum at the supermarket? Get a croissant.
Done the washing and put clothes away. Get a croissant.
Got all your work done? Get a croissant.
Lack of sleep, again? Get a croissant.
Asshole stole your car park? Get a croissant.
Too much wine last night? Get a croissant.
Couldn't do your jeans up? Get a croissant.
Please someone tell me I will get sick of croissants soon?
bigwords x
You will get sick of them very soon. I cannot look at vegemite scrolls, let alone the thought of eating one. This was because of the great binge of 2010. Cured me xx
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry but I just challenge the validity of this entire post. YOU, have a bad hair day? Not any more, baby. Not any more.
ReplyDeleteI haven't been able to eat them since watching them being made on the great British bake off. Put me off for life!
ReplyDeleteI am kind-of glad that we don't live on the same street - I know that i would be needing a croissant all the time too!
ReplyDeleteLet's just say that it is a very good thing that that bakery hasn't opened in my street!! x
ReplyDeleteI need more details. Hot? cold? Plain? Choc-filled? Ham and cheese? Jam and cream?
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