When he returns to Zürich and downgrades you to plane-freebies-as-souvenirs territory.
Just kidding, Andrew wouldn’t do that to me. When he had to spend another night away in Switzerland this week, I was well rewarded for my evening of loneliness with a mysterious pink box. (Because I was very lonely, see. I wasn’t just eating cupcakes, listening to my music really loudly and, uh, watching Desperate Housewives. No.)
He wouldn’t tell me what was actually in the box, and my limited knowledge of German confectionary vocabulary (that OAC just went in one ear and out the other) didn’t help me out much, either. So there was only one thing to do…
Wow, looks pretty.
If you insist.
*wipes away drool*
I love macarons. Like, love them. The gorgeous colours, the light, chewy cookies, the creamy filling. Yum. I’ve never tried to make them myself, but with souvenirs like this, who needs to?