Something wonderful just happened to me. I threw together a nice seafood salad this morning for today's lunch and then realized we were out of the bread I wanted to have with it. Sadly, I counted six Ritz crackers into a baggie and realized that half of my lunch today would be a consolation prize.
When I walked into the office kitchen to retrive my Gladware, laying, what it surely thought was innocuously, on the table beside the fridge was a large platter of muffins, pastries and, les pièces de résistance...CROISSANTS!
Oh, how I love, no, idolize, croissants. They are the food of the gods, a meal to a starving man, a storm to the drought. Laden with butter, their floaty, flaky layers cause explosions of delight when they land on my tongue and with every bite I offer up gratitude to the baking genius who thought up these wondrous creations.
I spent my lunch hour outside on the patio, sunning myself, reading my wonderful book, and eating seafood salad with my precious, precious croissant.
Life is good.
1 comment:
You make it sound almost good enough to eat :)
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