As delicious as croissants can be, I am still learning the art of eating one without wearing it for the rest of the day. I have seen enough dandruff commercials to know the enormity of its impact on one’s social life. And the puff pastry variety is equally unforgivable. During a recent rendezvous, I pulled off my black scarf, inspiring a downpour of butter-flavored flakes. Nevertheless, sharing what I had for breakfast must only be reserved for my blog (note: cereal).
But thank heavens I married French! Not only do I have a personal grammar coach, but also a personal instructor on the proper way on how to eat a croissant. Et voilà!…
- © Jessie Kanelos
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