Friday, May 29, 2009
Marzipan, I salute you.
Because everyone else hates you so I get you all to myself. Because you taste of almonds and rosewater, and because you embrace Swedish Princess cakes like a beautiful green cloak. Because you are the enticing freckled mushrooms on every Bûche de Noël, and because you can be made into fruits and flowers and little creepy baby shapes. Because you are found at weddings in the Spanish countryside, and formal teas in Parisian salons, and winter gatherings in Swiss chateux. Because you are the creamy white filling in my favorite Ritter Sport, and because I can buy that Ritter Sport at REIs across America. Marzipan, I salute you!