Maybe Just One
The croquembouche was a mountain he conquered one profiterole at a time, the brittle caramel shattering with each satisfying crunch, each bite a symphony of sweet, rich cream and burnt sugar. the bakery was quiet.
The croquembouche was a mountain he conquered one profiterole at a time, the brittle caramel shattering with each satisfying crunch, each bite a symphony of sweet, rich cream and burnt sugar. the bakery was quiet.