It may be cliché, but Paris calls to me. Softly, quietly it’s a sirens song that pulls at my heartstrings. And my stomach. Everytime I visit, she welcomes me back like an old friend, no matter how much time has passed. I love nothing more than to wander about with no real plan, looking in shop windows and discovering little pastry shops on every street corner. The bakery culture in France, Paris especially, astounds and delights me. It’s not uncommon for me to start early in the morning with a list of patisserie shops and purchase something from each of them, six or seven easily depending on the neighborhood, before noon. I love to experience a city through it’s food and this is my favorite way to go about it in my favorite city. Paris’s lure may be quiet and subtle, but my friend Jane is more persistent. She’s been on my case to come for a visit for months and truthfully, it has been a few years since I’ve walked those beautiful streets. I was due. So this summer in the middle of my countryside visit, I hopped a train north and found myself in the middle of the Montparnasse train station in a mere 5 hours.
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Posted in adventures/field trips, breakfast items, candy & sweets, pastry, tagged breakfast recipes, butter cake, butter desserts, french butter cake, french desserts, gateau breton on September 16, 2014 | 2 Comments »
I’m on a bit of a retro kick lately. First it was upside down cake, now it’s classic candy. Every year at the holidays, my mother puts out a candy dish that contains a few different things but always, always the See’s Candies Nuts & Chews mix. It wouldn’t be the holidays without them. The dish used to be piled high with strictly traditional things like the Christmas ribbon candy, strange jelly filled hard raspberry things and a bowl of shell-on mixed nuts with a cracker. (With a cracker?!? Because that was going to happen.) But besides the See’s, nobody really liked that stuff very much so she adapted. Lately it’s been a big bowl of gumdrops mixed with salty cashews and maybe a pile of mini peanut butter cups or Rolos. For a while, there was a delicious peanut brittle made by a coworker. When was the last time you had peanut brittle? It’s not something you see on a regular basis, or at least I don’t, and I realized too late this year that it hasn’t been in that candy dish in a while either. I sort of missed it.
Inspiration can come from many places. There’s a deli near where I sometimes work and I’ll order something for lunch once in a while … matzo ball soup or a pastrami sandwich. It’s the kind of place where you order in one spot then walk way to the over side of the restaurant to pay and wait for your food. It’s the kind of place with the spinning display case full of enormous layer cakes and 5 pound slabs of cheesecake. It’s the kind of place where the counters are full of platters and baskets of sweet snacks … butter cookies with 57 variations of colored sprinkles and more traditional things like mandel bread and giant wedges of halvah. There’s also a basket of overly decorated rice krispie treats, cut into large squares and decorated with candies or chocolate squiggles.
About ten years ago I was wandering the fairytale-like streets of Bruges, a picturesque town in Belgium, searching for a particular chocolate shop when suddenly the most magnificent scent stopped me in my tracks. Sweet, yeasty with slight caramel notes; I was entranced. I blindly followed the scent around a corner as if some cartoon-like finger under my nose was pulling me along. On the side of a little shop down a cobblestone street was a small window with a tiny hand-painted sign: “Liege Wafels”. Waffles? Couldn’t be. There must be a misunderstanding. After weeks of fine Belgian beer, buckets of mussels, impossibly crispy frites and really really good chocolate, I didn’t want a waffle. I wanted whatever smelled so good. Oh how little I knew. These were not the Eggos of my youth nor the IHOP Belgian Waffles loaded with bad strawberry puree and canned Reddi-Whip. Oh no, not in the least. Puffy, slightly sweet, caramelized and crunchy on the outside, these beauties were more like a crunchy dimpled cookie than anything else. Hot off the griddle, I was hooked. I hit that shop window twice a day for three days in a row.
It’s Easter Sunday and to celebrate, I made Crème Eggs. You know the ones – milk chocolate with a super sweet creamy sugary filling inside, a bit of it tinted yellow to look like a yolk? Yep, those! They’re kind of polarizing, I’ve discovered. Some people wait all year for their arrival; others cringe. But to make them yourself? Well that’s just crazy, right? Perhaps. I’ve gotten all kinds of comments on this one. First, there’s the look that says “Why??” as in “Why would you bother?” Then there’s the look of surprise, as in, “You MADE that?” and the delighted giggles that follow. This happens to me a lot and as you can imagine, I much prefer to associate myself with the later group. Afterall, if you’re going to go to the trouble to make molded chocolate Easter eggs, you want someone to appreciate them.