the macaron

i remember i first came across it a couple years ago--unaware of any pre existing notion that it might have had.  to me, it was just a curious cookie that i carelessly picked. i almost confused it with the macaroon & wondered if it contained any coconut.

i was surprised at the light meringue-based confectionery, & noticed it's delicately domed top, fat feet & fresh insides. hm, crunchy yet chewy--full of almond nuttiness. love!

perhaps i would think differently had i been caught unaware. but now, despite the macaron hype, i still defend my macaron.

hehe.

i'm bringing back boxes to the states.

andddd the strange feeling of missing home/not wanting to leave Paris is upon me... (why do i always use food to illustrate my thoughts?)

let it be

say, twenty years later, i come back to visit paris. i will probably be shocked at all the changes and be nostalgic for the twenty-years-ago Paris i once knew--just as some frenchmen are nostalgic for the Old Paris. many of the local boulangeries and patisseries will probably be replaced by larger commercial chains...the metros will prob be wayy different. even within the past few years, paris has seen a great increase in monoprix's, a dwindling number of real parisians, and a skyrocketing of the use of the internet.

but it will still have a charm of its own, i'm sure.

i don't usually approach change in a friendly manner, & will quickly come to miss the olden days. gawd, i can already imagine myself saying "back when i was young...."

i have to remember that culture (and i'm not just talking about paris) is fleeting. it changes, just as life changes & i can't expect it to stay frozen in a certain time.

& i'm reminded that this world is a vapor in the wind.


anyways, i went to abbey road this past weekend(: