Today. Today. I am a quarter of a century old. I am officially at the age where I need to get my act together and stop chewing my gum so damn loud. Maybe the first step to adulthood is buying a hair dryer? Or stick to the whole think before I speak thing? Or dine on classy and decadent treats such as these French Macaroons? My best friend had these adorable and scrumptious lovelies sent to me from Sucre. The moment the UPS man handed me the pretty box, I sat down in my driveway and ripped right into it. I lifted the light papery veil that hid the sweet treats, laughed joyessly….and then popped one in my mouth. The UPS man pretended he didn’t notice. French Macaroons shipped to my doorstep? Lord I love this country.
Annnnnd. Evan got me this book…which I have been caaaaraving for months now. As the biggest fan of All Things Considered, it is only right that this hilarious and brilliant cook book be in my possession. At all times. Forever. I will rock it in my arms like the precious and beautiful creation that it is. I will whisper sweet nothings into its pages…and kiss chocolate kisses onto its perfect little face.
So. I’m happy I was born so that I could love, cook, laugh, create, learn and tell twisted little stories in frightening little voices. Amen.