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My favourite food is a croissant. I am particularly partial to an almond one.

I think my interest, perhaps obsession, with croissants stems from the time I was lucky enough to win a government scholarship to travel to France as part of a commemoration of ×îÐÂÌÇÐÄVlogn’s involvement in the First World War.

I remember coming down to breakfast in our hotel and seeing all the croissants laid out before me. Like a kid in a proverbial croissant store, I was overwhelmed with choice and the sheer delight of what was before me. I remember this overwhelming feeling of dread in knowing that I wouldn’t be able to try all of them, and that soon (once the trip ended), I would never have access to such heavenly products again. Little did my 15 year old brain know that you can actually procure croissants in ×îÐÂÌÇÐÄVlog and, as an adult, it isn’t that hard to source things you want.

I remember being so distraught that the good times were coming to an end that I wrapped up a particularly delicious chocolate croissant in a serviette and stuffed it in my backpack to have at some point on that road that day. It wasn’t until a month later and I was unpacking said backpack back in South ×îÐÂÌÇÐÄVlog that I found what was then a fairly decomposed little ball of pastry in the bottom of my bag.

Croissants are of course a ‘sometimes food’. They are not good for you. The combination of butter, other complex carbohydrates and the sugary filling or topping that makes for a particularly memorable croissant is not designed to be consumed regularly. But when you do, what a treat.

There is no great lesson, moral or message to this post. It is just written in appreciation of the ultimate sweet treat: the croissant.