Brittany
Having just come back from a week long vacation in food paradise Brittany, I am too bloated and sated to write. Needless to say, hundreds of little critters met their doom in that sunny sandy paradise and I will never be able to eat oysters happily in Paris again. Actually, I ate so much everyday that I had nightmares almost everynight, from whelks whinging to clams screaming. Oh, just thinking about that lobster punching its claw repeatedly against the lid while I held it down in pure sadistic glory makes me smile. All the hot saunas and all the nipple-erecting waters in the world won’t change the fact I put an inch on the waistline.
