Why, yes! Piles of them, stuffed with herbs and spices, just waiting to be popped back into the oven for a last crisping & reheat.
And there you are!
Bon appetit.
Hello, my name is Maurice. Discovered at a flea market in Clermont-Ferrand, France, I was rescued for 50 centimes and immediately taken hiking. Since then I have been an ideal travelling companion: lightweight, squishable, free on trains and planes, uncomplaining, and useful in many comic situations. Over the years the shade of my pink has faded, but there will always be a new horizon to be dragged to.
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Bigger than I thought. And somehow, frighteningly recognisible.
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