…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.
mascara & mud 
Great photo!
Diolch!
I love these!! I recently had craving for these little yummies!! Which is probably why I got stuck in the playsuit as described in my latest post! haha! x
hahahahhaaaaa! off to read that one! ;)
Mmmmmmmmmmm…… :)
mmm mmm mm m mm!
Ooh mouthwatering! And I totally feel your pain, I’m the clumsiest person I know! ;-)
These look gorgeous, glad you rescued them!
you and me both!
delicious little things aren’t they!
the best!