There are two kinds of friends:
The kind who recognizes the severity of their friend's eclair addiction and casually mentions twelve-step programs, the dangers of sugar and fat, and waistlines.
And then there is the other kind. The kind that makes a much-out-of-the-way stop on their way to the airport to pick up a half dozen caramel and chocolate eclairs from their friends favorite patisserie--Miss Manon. The kind that protects the eclairs through security checkpoints and turbulent plane rides. The kind who shrugs off jet lag and delivers the eclairs the SAME day they were bought in Paris. Just because.
Elizabeth, you rock.
Note: That's an old photo of Miss Manon eclairs. Why the old photo? The eclairs were gone before I could snap a shot.