Breakfast in Normandy

Imagine the smell of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen.  Come into the dining room, and pull your chair away from the table.  Sit down and put your napkin in your lap as the pot of coffee is placed before you, its aroma filling your nose with its delicious scent.  A pot of tea joins it, and you decide if you want coffee or tea to start your day this morning.  Coffee, you choose, and pour yourself a steaming cup.  The spoon clinks in the cup as you mix up the milk and sugar, and you take a sip.

"I'll be right back with the pastries," says Hazel, as you pour a bowl of granola, trying to eat healthy.

Imagine a basket of croissants, baked fresh that morning, warm and buttery, placed on the table before you.  You decide to have just a small piece to go along with your granola, and pick up the flakey delight.  You bite into it, and it crunches and crumbles in your mouth, almost dissolving on your tongue as you chew.

Oh.  My.  God.  This is the best croissant you have ever had.  Ever.

You take another bite.  Surely something this light and crunchy could not have that many calories.

You look more closely at the rest of the pastries in the basket and realize some of the croissants are not croissants at all but pain au chocolat.  And they're still warm, which means the chocolate will be melty and sweet within the rich, flakey layers.

You take one and bite into it.  It, too, crumbles into crispy flakes that float to your plate.  The chocolate coats your tongue as you chew.  You are in heaven.  You take another bite.

To hell with the granola!  You eat the whole thing.

Hey, you're only in Normandy once!