Sorry I got off track last week. It’s going to happen every once in awhile (my son’s hockey season has started, so it might get a little crazy until March). Anywho, I’m back with my Monday culture post.

This will be a bit of a mix as I’m throwing in food. I had a total movie moment yesterday and I’m still kicking myself for not taking pictures. We stopped at a local Wawa to grab a snack to hold us over until lunch (for those outside our region, Wawa is like a 7 Eleven). There, I always look in the cooler section for something a little fresher than the pre-packaged snacks. Lo and behold, there staring up at me in its novelty glory was a cannoli dip with pastry chips. Sacre blu! How could I not pick it up?

Why this is a movie moment is because ever since I discovered my favorite movie, Broken English, I have dreamed of the scene where they’re in the Italian bakery eating yummy Italian pastries.

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How could I not feel chic and hipster as I pulled open that plastic cover and dipped the first sugar-dusted pastry crisp into the chocolate-chip speckled, sweet ricotta dip? It was impossible. Despite it being from a convenience store, despite that I was in my husband’s Corolla, sharing my treat with my son who was in the back seat, I felt as if I was sitting in that scruffy, but authentic parlor in the movie, wondering if a sexy Frenchman really liked me.