For the first time, possibly in my entire life, I hate words. I hate that I know as many as I do. I know, you all feel really sorry for me. I hate that I have to limit what I’m writing to a certain number of them. I hate that I am now über aware of just how many words pour forth from my head regularly. I hate that there isn’t a really good translation of the word réussir. The dictionaries say that it’s “to succeed”, but it’s just not exactly the same and réussir is the word I really want.
And I need to come up with the name of a pastry that is more exotic than a cream puff, but still recognizable to the average American. Do people know what a millefeuille is?