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Patricia, that sweet human being you love so much.
This famous April 17 is a date to remember as it allows me to reveal to you, at last, what's been on my mind for ages. I love writing these newsletters. For me, they're a reflection of my personality at the time and my heart's desire. Piccoli used to say, "I'm like that good platter of pasta you like to eat even when you're not hungry. And I can only agree with him, even if today I'd add parmesan and olive oil.
Because I've become a gourmet over time, and savoury foods have become part of my life. Before that, I used to get my sustenance exclusively from bakeries. At a time when Haribo and the like still had pride of place on the bread counter. But those days are long gone. The bakeries are now called Maison something and sell two-bit pains au chocolat. In any case, viennoiseries are not good for the waistline. I wanted to return via this forum to the magic balls of our childhood, the shells, the straws filled with a sugar that explodes under the tongue, the chocolate marshmallow hedgehogs sprinkled with coconut. All these treats were my fuel. They helped me cope with my mother's swift beatings and my father's verbal humiliations.