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Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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Nor did I find French style macarons...well not exactly. You'd think I'd be content with all the Tiramisu floating around Venice but my tastebuds are not creamy-inclined... These giant hazelnut-smothered cookies looked lethal to me, perhaps even weapon-like..? A massive meringue cake filled with vanilla cream with more cream on the side to drap over it - no way! In a pinch, one could settle for the ropes and ropes of liquirizia/liqurice lining the calle/streets of Venice... In desperation, I bought a Venetian guidebook to help me find local pastries - there are at least 22 listed: balcoli, bussolai ciosotri, castagnole, colombina, crema frita, curasan etc., etc. Rosa Salva is one of Venice's oldest, most revered pasticcerias in sestiere San Marco, 951, Calle Fiubera. It's a cafe as well so you can stop in for a coffee with your cantucci... But I was not tempted... At last I broke down and gobbled an unpronouncable sfogliatelle - a Naples specialty. Maybe I sucumbed because these are in my neighborhood in Astoria? And maybe because these are crispy?
Look! Little Nutella tartelettes. What's wrong with these you ask? Are you saying to yourselves, "picky...picky?"
All from pasticceria Toletta in sestiere Dorsodura, 1192, calle della Toletta, mentioned in the guide...
As a so-called Paris pastry (painter)expert have I been ruined for the treats of the rest of the planet? I think I have.
I do love Italian Macedonia de fruita (basically an improved version of our 'fruitcup').
And there's ALWAYS gelato for dessert. No wonder I was reduced to going on The Gelato Dieta in Venice.
Labels: gelato, macarons, Paris dogs, tartelette, Venice
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