I’m in my favourite Brunswick coffee shop this morning having coffee. Propped up at the counter, I can smell the beans and I'm in the perfect position to ogle the array of petite cakes and patisseries on display.
Not so long ago I would not have been able to walk out of this place without picking one delicate little delight to indulge in.
That was the old me. The me before this recipe came into my life.
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