Well, okay, so I didn't have breakfast in Paris this morning. That would have been awesome though.
Actually, I did have some amazing fruit tarts baked fresh in our kitchen courtesy of my mom's boyfriend, Sascha. They were amazing. One pear with apricot jam and the other fig. And mom ingeniously paired it up with Swiss Gruyere cheese and mint tea. All this because mom asked Sascha where he wanted to have coffee and he said Paris. Paris. Don't we all.
I got a cute picture of my mom this morning too, but she won't let me put it up. Oh well.
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The food looked pretty tasty. I didn't know Sascha cooked. Looked like a happy mourning.
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