A little, French bakery has opened down the street from my house. I adore it. I also loathe it because I have no willpower and it sells the most divine croissants I’ve ever eaten.
At first I just ate them to keep my fat levels topped up, but the guilt was overwhelming. Now, I use them as rewards for dealing with daily crap.
Had a crying child at kindy drop off? Get a croissant.
Gone to the gym? Get a croissant.
Bad hair day? Get a croissant.
Tantrum at the supermarket? Get a croissant.
Done the washing and put clothes away. Get a croissant.
Got all your work done? Get a croissant.
Lack of sleep, again? Get a croissant.
Asshole stole your car park? Get a croissant.
Too much wine last night? Get a croissant.
Couldn’t do your jeans up? Get a croissant.
Please someone tell me I will get sick of croissants soon?
You will get sick of them very soon. I cannot look at vegemite scrolls, let alone the thought of eating one. This was because of the great binge of 2010. Cured me xx
I’m sorry but I just challenge the validity of this entire post. YOU, have a bad hair day? Not any more, baby. Not any more.
I haven’t been able to eat them since watching them being made on the great British bake off. Put me off for life!
I am kind-of glad that we don’t live on the same street – I know that i would be needing a croissant all the time too!
Let’s just say that it is a very good thing that that bakery hasn’t opened in my street!! x
I need more details. Hot? cold? Plain? Choc-filled? Ham and cheese? Jam and cream?