We picked up some pastries in the West Village the other day to bring home for treat, only to realize on our way back that 95 degree weather and french chocolate cream may not get along too well with one another. So instead of arriving home with a pretty white box tied up with red string & full of melty french pastry goo, we decided to spoil our dinner and eat them right then and there, on a stoop on Grove street. Since Gaby and I couldn't possibly devour all the sweets alone, Biet chipped in. She met her very first eclair at first with a bit of trepidation, but one bite in and she was an eager pastry enthusiast. Afterwards she washed it down with a generous helping of her very favorite beverage (especially on hot summer days), breast milk. And then we were on our way. And although it ruined our appetites and gave Biet a sugar high like a firecracker, I'm so happy that we indulged in our little sidewalk sugar picnic. Because these little moments, they're what life's all about.. right?
