Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. I thought I should tell you before I go on.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. When having a sandwich, I put on a thick layer of spread the and use as little bread as possible, preferrably on a 1:1 ratio.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. When having a sandwich, I put on a thick layer of spread the and use as little bread as possible, preferrably on a 1:1 ratio.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. When having a burger, I throw away one of the two buns before proceeding to eat it.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. On pizzas, I only get thin crust ones. If they don't have it, I don't eat pizza.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. But that was before I met you. Or actually, before I lived in a country where you're available in all shapes, sizes, and flavors in all patisseries.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. But the many layers of thin dough fused together by a healthy amount of butter ends up in a flaky, delicious puff pastry that is impossible to resist.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. But you're so tasty and irrestable, even to the pickiest of bread eaters.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. But when I get a waft of the aroma of a freshly baked you through the open doors of the nearest boulangerie, all resolve to keep a diet is nixed.
Dear croissant, I'm not very fond of breads. But I love you, like I've never loved a bread before.
