…and she doesn’t dance on the sand, but occasionally she does prance around on the concrete in a bathing suit from the 1930s shielding her face from the Texas Sun under a paper umbrella. And really, who doesn’t? (Okay I don’t, but that’s another story.)
But here’s the real question: where oh where is Chef Christy marching to? Well, you can’t see it in the photo, but way off in the distance is a pastry lover’s paradise, a confectionary lover’s cloud nine, a sweet tooth’s Shangri-La—alright, alright, you get it already.
You want to go there don’t you? I don’t blame you, I do too. Well, I hate to be a Tease but the truth of the matter is you’ll just have to wait. Do stay tuned…
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