Once, he came back from Paris with a box of macarons. This time he came from NYC. Sometimes you have friends you don’t necessarily deserve, aka I need to get this kid an amazing Christmas gift.
… and so they arrived at my front porch bearing gifts of pastries and cakes and laughter
Watergate, macarons, and me (and him)
When the wind turns cold and there are no more leaves on the trees, it’s time to make delicious macarons again.
