Bread

This is the third night in a row one source or another has told us there would be a lunar eclipse around 10pm. I don't know what to believe anymore.

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If you read the comments you may have noticed on last Friday's post that someone asked about the weird puff ball thing. That story starts four years ago during a family trip to France. Aaron wasn't with us, but he was working at the bakery at the time and asked his boss where we should go to get the best bread in Paris.

The answer was, unequivocally, Poilane, which we dutifully searched out and purchased many products from. We mentioned that we had been sent there by a baker in New York, and were quickly ushered into the basement to see where the magic happens.
While we were browsing around sniffing at all the lovely baked goods, Tommy reached his large hand up to paw at one of their signature loaves of bread. With one voice my mom, Annie, and I admonished him not to get his mitts all over the products. Meanwhile he had pulled one down to show us that it was actually a pillow that looked EXACTLY like the bread. We immediately bought one to bring back to Aaron's boss, but Aaron developed a sentimental attachment to it and we could never quite give it away.

The next year we ended up back in France, this time with Aaron, and to his delight were able to bring him to the scene of the deliciousness. On that trip we noticed a whole other room with a chandelier made out of bread.It was especially nice to have Aaron with us because it meant I didn't have to smuggle him back a chocolate croissant, which can really butter up one's luggage.