Marcel Bonaparte Pelle I
I've been on a French macaron kick lately. I used to not like them, then I had some
really delicious ones and I realized it was bad macarons that I didn't like, the good ones Ilike just fine. These that I had today were bof/meh. I haven't been satisfied with any in SF. Maybe they are too delicate of creatures to be made by heavy American hands.
really delicious ones and I realized it was bad macarons that I didn't like, the good ones Ilike just fine. These that I had today were bof/meh. I haven't been satisfied with any in SF. Maybe they are too delicate of creatures to be made by heavy American hands.
My flower preferences have also recently changed. I used to always get lilies I think out of Habit (that sneaky Tyrant), but I've been getting so annoyed of (for lack of more genteel language) their sluttiness. Lilies make their presence in a room immediately known, bright petals spread wide open exposing their pollen, and nearly assaulting the nose with their strong perfume. Unlike the more demure Hydrangea and Iris that compel one to linger near them, lean in closely to enjoy their innocently alluring scent.
(lilies beside a lambchop i taxidermied this summer)
I feel restless, tching to get out like this little cicada
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