I ♥ FRED FLARE

I'm happy to say that my Fred Flare shopping experience was much better this time around! It only took a week for the package to be delivered—a vast improvement from the last time when it took a whole four weeks to arrive. For those wanting the links to the specific items I ordered, check out my older post.

I'll let the photos do the talking:

“Let them eat cake!”

That cute, yellow confection in my hand was my first ever macaron!!! (not to be mistaken by coconut macaroons...) A good friend of mine kindly purchased it for me from this patisserie called La Bamboche. This pasty shop has Japanese influences, which explains why my macaron was yuzu-flavoured—not a typical macaron flavour from what I've heard.

Oh and look, it matches my nails!

I would have never imagined that I'd get my hands on some macarons just a month after my first (it's really difficult to find local pasty shops that sell macarons around here ). This time around, I was prom-shopping with my sister and a friend when we stopped by Nadège for a refresher.
This patisserie looked like it belonged more in New York than here in Toronto! The interior was white-washed and ultra modern and there was a glass partition facing the kitchen which allowed customers to see the chefs working.

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Aside from macarons, they sold some warm croissants, homemade marshmallows, specialty teas, sandwiches, and expensive, sculptural artisan cakes which, uh, kinda blew my mind?

The three of us shared these three macarons: pistachio, rose, and pure chocolate.

And now to my obligatory spazzing: THEY WERE ALL SOOOO GOOOOD!!! EVEN BETTER THAN MY FIRST ONE! Honestly, I'm at a loss as to which flavour to deem my favorite because THEY WERE ALL EQUALLY AMAZINGGGG! The chocolate macaron was like a perfect delicate brownie, the rose-flavoured one was creamy and sweet, and the pistachio had a nice texture AND THEY JUST ALL DANCED MAGICALLY IN THAT UNWORTHY MOUTH OF MINE.

It costs $2.10 a piece and around $30 for a dozen of 'em but I AM GOING BACK NO MATTER WHAT. I am even thinking of getting my dad some as a belated Father's Day gift, but I don't know how I'll be able contain myself on the ride home!!

YES, HAZEL IS WHIPPED.

That's the way the cookie (read: my moolah) crumbles.