Sunday, April 26, 2015

Tasting memories // Madeleines

It's that old cliché of taking a bite of something, slowly closing your eyes and being transported back to your first ever bite of it; or the scent of something cooking in the air reminds you of that restaurant or that gîte you stayed in. Whatever it may be, eating for me, is being able to taste memories.

For a couple of weeks the thought of baking madeleines has been at the forefront of my mind and having never made them it was something new and also a chance to have a small and delectably sweet taste of France. Today was the day it happened. With a shiny new madeleine tin (thanks to Mum who understood my great need to bake these) and the beautiful book 'Paris Pastry Club', I was in safe hands.


These being my 'first time madeleines', there was no room for playing, except for the replacement of blueberries for raspberries and the addition of some blackberry cream cheese on the side. 







They may be a tad too crisp but they taste of long car journeys through France, boulangeries in Paris and fanciful family picnics. So in fact, they are just right.