[ddot]

on a whim this afternoon, i caught the bus to zumbo. it might as well have just read 433 zumbo on the sign, because i hopped on with the only destination in mind: a shop of baked goods.

now, awaiting me is one lavendar macaron, one chocolate macaron, a cup called bliss {because it holds layers of chocolate and a ball of chocolate on top} and a slice called imperial. i guess because it looks like royalty, enrobed in a raspberry sheen with gold detail.

tomorrow’s morning tea will be divine. for those of you familiar with the patissier adriano zumbo; there is an appreciation society for you.