For White Day this year, Clara bought me a cute bag of gourmet marshmallows made with real fruit. I’m highly partial to these fluffy deserts, and these are—without a doubt—the most decadant I’ve ever had. No plate or bowl, even a Desimone original, seem worthy to contain them!
For those who aren’t familiar, Clara has a far more eloquent and interesting post about the subject of White Day than I could ever do. Not that she would admit this, given her modest nature.
Thank you Clara :”)