YUM.

In a naive attempt to buy macarons from the Bouchon Bakery half an hour before closing time (seriously, Mo, what were you THINKING?), I instead stumbled upon a wonderful chocolate delight. All those brown pebbles are dots of delicious chocolate frosting, and the little specks are what feels like dippin dots without that melting sensation. And INSIDE, I got another magnificent surprise:


Wow, can someone say [drool] with me? Sometimes I wonder if it might be simpler and oh so sweeter to just get married and celebrate with the boy with a giant chocolate cupcake in one hand and a few servings of milk in a classic Disneyland cup in the other.