How romantic to receive a box of colorful macaroons from Aux Désirs de Manon on one's doorstep! Yesterday I returned home to find these beauties waiting for me, flown in direct from Paris. In gratitude for taking care of Picasso the cat, my neighbor Shannon bestowed this little bit of Parisian color on my day. Such a small thing that brings so much delight!
I put the macaroons out on one of my Grandma's gold-rimmed china plates and now I feel like Marie Antoinette. They're so pretty I don't think I can eat them! Which brings more pleasure, eating the macaroons or simply looking at them?