The Macaroon Disaster

I like macaroons. Macaroons and me, we co-exist in perfect harmony. They are delicious. I eat them. The world is in image1harmony. Except…this one box that languished, forgotten and angry, in the back of the cupboard. They festered in their resentment, sprouting fuzzy cotton balls of venom and disease.

Even the tin had to go. It would never be clean again.

 

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