Little French Girl
I have different personality disorder. Sometimes my inner drag queen comes out and I'll wear sequins and tons of glitter or my inner artsy side will come out and will sketch all day. However, the personality I can most identify myself with is a little French girl.
Now, you see, I am full KOREAN. There is nothing French-looking about me. But, I think for someone that LOVES bread and fashion, France seemed like a magical kingdom. Then the interest of French culture and the language came naturally. Hence taking French in college and reading books about how French women stay so skinny.
I can imagine my time in France: waking up early in the morning to head down to a cafe eating a bunch of pastries and cafe au laits, reading fashion magazines in my black skinny pants, striped sweater, beret and red lipstick.
I need to go to France ASAP!
Then I had this delicious pastry that must've been baked in God's kitchen because it was mouthwatering. The croissant was so flaky that there were flakes flying everywhere and custard so thick and creamy that it was like butterscotch pudding. This masterpiece isn't for the polite ladies who eat with their pinkies in the air. This is for the people who eat with passion, who lick off every flaky morsel off of their fingers and smack their lips in ecstasy.
Where can you find this pastry? Andersen bakery.
Yes, it's found right in my mall! It is quite bizarre since I've tried almost every little hole-in-the-wall bakeries in the depths of San Francisco but I guess baking skills aren't just found in the hands of prestigious culinary bakers.
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