WARNING:

please ensure what is featured below is well out of your reach (i suggest at least a 20 minute journey away - you may be able to shake yourself out of your delirious stupor in that time) PRIOR to viewing.

now...

together...

deep breaths.....

how have i never been to italy.

it is the origin of almost all my favourite culinary guilty pleasures...

there's pasta, pizza, espresso and unequivocably the paramount; macaroons. macarons if you reside in the land of another of my loves; fromage. (another possible origin)

i actually don't care where they came from.

light, round, fluffy, gooey; not normally desirable traits to find in the love of your life.

however, these meringue-like cookies are to die for and (please consider the following a downright, unambiguous hint) if someone were to give me this...

...or a few of these, i would scream, remove the second biscuit from the box (i would have already eaten the first mid-scream) blissfully unaware that my gift-giver is probably still standing in front of me deaf, and allow myself to be elevated to a blissful buttercream euphoria until the very. last. bite.

only then could i bring myself to focus long enough to handle the formalities of displaying my appreciation to my new best best best friend.