The Way To A Man’s Heart Is Through His Stomach
My boyfriend Phu and I are in a rental car driving back to the airport. It’s the end of a wonderful weekend visiting Toronto. I explain I’m sad I did not see St. Lawrence Market, a farmers market filled with small stalls selling fresh produce, cheese, meats, breads, pastries, and flowers. I tell Phu that I wasn’t able to bring him back a fresh pastry or almond croissant, like I usually do when I visit bakeries. Phu responds “Those pastries are bought. My favorite pastries are the ones made by you”. Deborah, Minneapolis, MN
June 12th, 2007 at 2:36 pm
took your advice from yahoo answers, then I noticed you were in my home town Toronto.
hi from T.O.
June 12th, 2007 at 4:13 pm
Toronto is a beautiful place!