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Showing posts with label Berthillon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Berthillon. Show all posts
Monday, March 29, 2010
Back in the apartment when I told French Girl what I had for lunch, she exclaimed passionately, "J'ADORE LE STEAK-FRITES!!!"Wha'?
Ask any French Girl about ice cream and she will tell you she ADORES Berthillon
There is no ice cream but Berthillon, particularly caramel au beurre salé.
Kyle adores his Tarte Tatin and kept hinting I should order it at chez Georges (so he could eat mine) I did not - I would be tempted to eat it myself, and fall into a sugar coma...c'est la vie
Every French Girl on the planet adores her ELLE magazine, which comes out on Fridays, so she can spend the entire week-end devouring all the trends/tendances and tips and tear out important bits for the coming week.Maybe the trench is always in for Spring? I saw a loads of them floating around...
Bien sur the French adore their Alice (A-Leece)...
Et bien sur Laduree gets a ton of adoration...
An unbeatable combo held in great esteem is Repetto ballerines + Laduree macarons. French Girl could not believe that I would leave behind my Repetto be-ribboned bag and take home just the shoes! "But there are so many things you can do with the bag!" she cried.
Moi, j'adore stalking French pastry...Even more than eating it, which is insane. Maybe the camera acts as a protective barrier. I see tartes and petit fours as abstract colors and shapes. Who knows why, but thanks gawd!
Moi, j'adore les palmiers, but the voices in my head said, "RUN! VITE VITE VITE!" and I did.
Parisiens ADORE New York! It's true.
Monday, October 6, 2008
First and foremost
THANK YOU PB READERS!!!!
For helping me resolve the PB avatar mystery! A won by the way :)
Macaron Eiffel Tower,watercolor on Etsy, 9" x 11"
Secondly on today's menu, I get quite a few requests for some straightup macaron watercolors, so...
Before I became an obsessed student of the macaron, I had a great love for the meringue...
Probably dating back to the Lemon Meringue birthday cakes my mom used to make, since I refused to eat cake as a kid. I still refuse by the way...
I use to love buying meringues in Paris...
These rock-like monsters can easily break a tooth - they are still everywhere in Paris. But it's my observation that you rarely see them at a place selling macarons. Hmmm...Many patisseries have gone upscale and now refuse to acknowledge the lowly meringue.
Only Berthillon had them side by side, kissing cousins as they should be. After all a macaron is made with French or Italian meringue is it not? But then Berthillon's nitch is ice cream so they don't have to worry. So many things in Paris give one pause for serious deep thought don't you think?BONNE LUNDI!
Labels: Berthillon, macarons, meringue, watercolors
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