…because it isn’t a holiday in France until you’ve had one!…or eight ;)
And if you want to do it proper Cerys-Lowe-style, you have to drop the box of macarons on the floor in the shop you bought them, resulting in all four of you scrambling around people’s ankles to save them and muttering the “ten second rule” to whoever wants to listen. And then walk out with a huge smile on your face as if nothing happened. So very British.
…now I know where Robb gets his clumsiness from.
But bobl bach, those macarons were bloody good. This lemon one, especially.
I’m so late to this party, but joining in with podcast’s alphabet project.