Qu’ils mangent de la brioche.

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Let them eat cake. Well, some 8 months ago, we did precisely just that. Was moving pictures from my wife’s phone into my Mac yesterday, and saw this photo of our fancy and luxuriously sumptuous cake, placidly perched inside our ref, with that soft glow of amber light upon its glorious fleur sucre crown, taken a couple of hours after our wedding.

I remember overstuffing ourselves with this cake, to the brink of voluntary barfing, every 3 hours, for a week, just to get more room inside our ref for other items, like, well, more space for real food. We did give out generous portions to neighbors, but the cake just seem to never run out. It’s like a lizard’s tail or something, miraculously regenerates upon slicing. No wonder Marie Antoinette got axed for that cake statement.

But I surely do miss that chewy tender fondant. Mmm.

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