A journal of simple pleasures, travel, food and minutiae.
Yesterday, I baked these french cookies for my daughter to snack on at night. You see, she needs that tad bit of sugar to stay awake while studying for her upcoming final exams. Once baked, I just couldn’t resist eating this luscious cookie. So I took one and dunked it in my coffee. Did it invoke a memory of something from my childhood? I think not (Sorry, Marcel Proust). Instead of feeling nostalgic, I quickly took out my camera and captured an image of this gorgeous french cake!