This morning, Annie and I went on a little breakfast date to Le Pain Quotidien, a delicious little bakery restaurant. Yes, it is a chain. I originally intended to be really adventurous and stay away from that kind of thing but they just have the best bread, which is Annie’s favorite food so of course we had to go there. So we came in, sat down, ordered our Mochaccinos, and a hot croissant sandwich for each of us. Halfway through our breakfast, we noticed the lovely jam holder that had three flavors: blueberry, apricot, and even a homemade nutella-like spread. (It was a bummer to realize this too late because we obviously couldn’t put the chocolate spread on our gruyere-tomato croissants.) Meanwhile, I made some remark like “Probably Morgan and Stephanie are on a run right now while we are eating all of this food!” Well, by then the croissants were all gone, the mochaccinos were halfway gone, and we still hadn’t had a chance to taste the jam!
We ordered another croissant to share, just a plain one. Don’t tell anyone, it’s our little secret.
The croissant came, we proceeded to polish that one off, alternating bites with plenty of chocolate spread and raspberry jam. The croissant was gone, and I daringly plunged my spoon into the chocolate pot to just eat it plain. I put the spoon in my mouth, looked out the window, and at that very moment (I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP!) Morgan ran past in her Nikes, running tights, and tank top.
One quick swallow and the chocolate was gone, followed by lots of laughter from Annie and I, and a long walk back to our rooms in the sun.
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