Nothing is quite the same
I buy brioche from the St Pierre bakery,they are never as good as Bruno's
but then Bruno's is never as good
as Marcel, now that was a great loss
in the world of brioche
Rhum baba and tarte aux fruits.
No one can do choux
quite like Marcel, however they try.
I have quite given up on meringue
these days, it tastes like saw dust
with an over profusion of cream,
I like confection and hints and tints
and Sunday mornings
going to buy the tartes
and sitting in the garden
un petit morsel
a snip, a slice, ice and a slice
in limonade, made with fresh lemons,
I have a lemon tree in the conservatory
and Marcel's wife believed in Karma
and Bruno is shut on Thursdays.
Tonight we are having
brioche from the St Pierre bakery
and that will have to do.
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Written on 2015-07-29 at 20:25
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