Look what I made this morning! Me! By myself! I’m so proud I can scream!
I’m so relieved. Any recipe that requires three days of work and waiting translates to a lot of stress when it comes to baking hour. But it worked! And now I just have to sit here and wonder what to do with twelve warm, homemade croissants of my very own. What to do, what to do.
Ah, yes of course. Invite the Depps over for breakfast. Clearly.
Also, I have to say- croissants are not as bad for you as I thought. Yeah, there’s a stick of butter in these puppies but that comes to roughly two teaspoons per roll, which isn’t OBSCENE, people.
Croissant recipes comes courtesy of Mireille Guiliano’s French Women Don’t Get Fat. I would include the recipe but it’s really long and I have things to do like stuff another of these babies into my piehole (oooh, so SOPHISTICATED). Besides, you should just buy the book because it’s amazing. A “diet” book with a croissant recipe? Come on.