In my experience, early Sunday mornings are for one of two things: catching up on some sleep and lying in bed until noon or eating
brunch sweets at a little cafe midtown. Usually, it’s the first option, but yesterday, I took the path of the latter. I love sleep, but occasionally, my sense of adventure takes over.
On Sunday, my best friend Jenny and I went to Petite Thuet. The bakery is located in the heart of Rosedale and has a certain Parisian ambience. It took all my willpower not to buy a croissant, as I had already eaten a pain au chocolat. Instead, I decided to settle for a smaller treat. After much deliberation, I finally decided on a salted caramel-flavoured macaron. Crisp on the outside, slightly chewy in the middle, and filled with a salted caramel, the macaron was gone in two bites. The heavenly morsel of meringue melted in my mouth and I sighed in pleasure. The macaron was expensive, but worth every penny.