I'm In Love

When I went to St. Louis over spring break, I was definitely not expecting to find love. In retrospect, I should have seen it coming all along. The location, the situation - it was the perfect set up for destiny to happen.



It all started at the Soulard Farmers Market in the Soulard (crazy, right?) area of St. Louis. It was just before lunch time, and I was getting a little hungry. We walked by stalls of fresh produce, crafts, homemade pasta and bread, flavored olive oil, fancy cheeses and exotic-sounding meat. (Oxtail? Chickens feet, anyone?) I have money burning a hole in my pocket and my stomach was loudly threatening to start digesting itself if I didnt do something to appease it soon. So, yeah, I guess you could say I was in a vulnerable position.



As we neared the last stalls of the market, I smelled bakery smells. As in,
my very favorite kind of smells. They were delicious and smelled like carbs and ohmygosh I had to get me to where they were coming from. Approximately 2.8 seconds later, I was standing in front of an abundant display of baked goods. After a short term flirtation with the cinnamon bread (which was never going to happen, because it was sitting on the counter giving itself to anyone who happened by- so promiscuous!) I saw them. The macarons. And I wanted one,which was weird to me because they were pretty trendy recently and I never like the popular one, because he's usually a jerk and just because his hair looks perfect and he's gorgeous doesn't mean that he's a good person! You're just going to get hurt, like in You Belond With Me by Taylor Swift without the happy ending. You just follow him on Instagram instead.



Wait, what are we even talking about here?



Back to the baked goods. Anyway, so I asked the vendor because he was the macaron expert here, and he recommended the salted caramel. So yeah, I bought that sucker right up and when the vendor asked if I was going to eat it right now I just kind of looked at him like ... Duh. I mean, I wasn't sure if it was going to work out but I thought I'd better just jump right in and get my heart broken now rather than later, if indeed that was to be.



The only picture I took of it was, regrettably, really ugly because I was shaking with excitement. Sorry.


 And angels sang and I told everyone I could about how happy I was with my macaron.



Like all loving relationships, separation has been really hard for me.
I intend to be reunited with my new favorite pastry as soon as I can get my hands on some kitchenware and gluttonous amounts of sugar. Until then, you can probably find me on the couch,
crying, watching chick flicks, and cheating with the ice cream.