French Patisserie!

Okay so I wrote this one in the airport in France about one of the best things I have ever eaten.

Wow. So I wanted a croissant. That was really all that I wanted from France. One flaky, doughy, light as air, croissant. So when I spy the airport eatery with some kind of very organic name,I start to thinking- this is my chance! I called my parents after about twelve failed attempts (I kept putting the credit card in upside down) and informed them that I was alive and well. Even though it was two in the morning their time, they sounded bright and chipper- I don’t know how well they were sleeping knowing their little girl was thousands of feet above the Atlantic at negative 60 degrees Fahrenheit. After the too brief phone call, I regain my focus- croissant. I spring up the steps as best I can with my ridiculously handicapped carry-on (the poor thing is missing one of its stands, so I usually put my foot under that side to hold it in place) and am face to face with the small food shoppe. I glace over all they have to offer- water, juice, pastrys, pizza… dread clouded over my elated dreams as I followed the ten foot long bar of food back and forth. Then reality was upon and I realized that this FRENCH little food place thingy, did not have that which I had longed for. Dejected I placed my eye on the cheapest water they had (it was still 2.50 Euro or something ridiculous like that). It bore the brand of Nestle, which was happily familiar. Then I headed over to pay. But before I got to the line, something sparked in my memory. Pastry’s… French Patisseries… were very… French! Eureka! Magnifique! I had my answer. Really who likes croissants anyways when you can have a delicate, sweet, and oh so French raspberry tart. I hurried back to the small plate- noticing also a bowl of fruit- knowing it would be the healthier choice- yet my insides screamed TART! I impatiently waited behind a balding Frenchman to get my delicacy. I almost shoved him out of the way just to ensure that one of these perfect little morsels could be mine! Finally, I got it, paid, and am now sitting in an orange airport chair looking at the bright red and orange carpet and admiring the French voice over the loud speakers totally enjoying my tart like there is no tomorrow. I don’t think I have enjoyed eating something so much in a long while. It is like… cheesecakey but not so rich but more delicate. It is perfect. Well- I still have a good four bites left, and Scarlett O’Hara is waiting for me to get back to her too. Au Revoir! Vive Le France!!