My mom sent me grocery shopping the day after I returned from Paris (which has been almost 2 weeks ago). Funny thing is, I noticed myself going through my Parisian market routine of shopping, being all particular about the type of food and freshness of each kind: cheese, bread, fruit, vegetables and of course, pastries. Still driven by eclairs, I searched and scoured until:
Why, Safeway, why? I guess I chose to repress the knowledge of how the States' eclairs are no comparison of a small to completely non-accurate rendition of the real thing back in Paris.
And no, I did not buy them.
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