I cannot tell you how much I wanted this raspberry confection in the window at LeNotre near the Bastille one dreary morning in May.
I craved it. I could taste it. I wanted to consume it. It was almost a sexual thing.
Eating it - posessing it - would have brightened my day considerably.
But it was 40 euros, and it was a big. I should have bought a smaller dessert, which was about 7 euros. But even that is hard for me to do, as my frugality gene rears its practical head regularly when we are on the road.
The way I see it, you never know when you will need every extra penny you have. So: No frivolous purchases.
My husband and I often split desserts. We want a taste, not the whole thing. This saves us both money and calories, not to mention carbs, fat, salt and other things that are bad for you but good tasting.
Life is unfair.
We restrained ourselves, shooting photos instead.
I'm not sure if I am entirely happy being so darned prudent and frugal.