When some people go to Vegas, they comeback with a wife, a secret (so the commercials like to make you think) or a pile of cash from the poker tables. Me, I pocketed 3 mini Bonne Maman jams.
Over breakfast, I was excited when the waiter brought a little basket of these lovely little jams.
After we had eaten them all I asked him to some more so I could mail them to a Welsh blogger. Being Vegas, they don't bat an eye. No one is weird in Vegas. He just slapped 3 more down on the table.
I stashed them in my regulation size poly bag with my cosmetics and made it through security, past people having to toss their water and liquor.
When, I got home I emailed Mise at Pretty Far West to get her address to mail them out.
For whatever reason, she didn't get it, and they sat on my windowsill relatively forgotten, until today when Mise posted THIS. It seems she had already found some minis to go with her magazine famous collected of Mama Size Bonne Maman.
I love miniatures of food. I like those little Heinz bottles, mini mustard all of it.
Does anyone else like food minis.