I believe in paying money to save myself time and effort. So that I can reinvest my saved time and effort on making more money to pay for more time and less effort.
The French don’t. And this is why they also don’t believe in ready-made frosting. So when I want to be a good girlfriend and bake my handsome French boyfriend a cake, I now have to consider the added time and effort that making my own frosting requires.
Good thing there are many French bakeries with ready-made cakes to solve this problem.
And good thing that my parents fulfill my bizarre requests for frosting, mayonnaise without mustard, Secret deodorant and quesadillas from Ruchi’s when they come to visit me once a year.
Still, the lack of grocery bought frosting, is just another thing I hate about France.