Though, if I were to be TRULY honest... I'd rather enjoy spending my time with these:
There's a reason I wasn't born in France. It's because by the tender age of 10, I would have had to be rolled out of my house because I would have become a life-size profiterole.
Not that round is a terrible shape.
Send me pastries and just call me 'Marie.'
Can't get enough of patisseries?