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Showing posts with label bles sucre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bles sucre. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Better close your eyes today PBers. You're in for some rough going.Gather your strength for an homage to the lovely golden chaussons aux pommes.
Blame Le Figaro for reminding s of les chaussons many joys. Le Figaro did another one of their superb test des meilleurs. Natruellement I immediatement searched through all pics for Chaussons I've eaten or admired in Paris. I did not come up empty-handed. Do watch the Le Figaro video...et voila!
My fav chausson is from...
This no-name/anonymes boulangerie on rue de Rennes...
Who knew to look for chaussons aux pommes at Laduree? Yet they are #9 out of 10 contenders. Go figure?
Boulangerie Des Pains et Des Idees has a rather grand exterior...
This French mommy seems to have filled her poussette with bread. Where is bebe?
The interior of Des Pain etc. is nothing to sniff. Well worth a visit if you like to gawk at antique fixtures. I do.
The viennoisserie look absolutely glorious...
Do they not?
They didn't taste absolutement glorious in my humble opinion. But what do I know? Still I prefer my boulangerie anonymes to Les Pain bla bla. What an annoying name. 
At least Poilane sticks with a two-syllable family name, even if it is unpronounceble to most of us...
Their chaussons aux pommes de chez Poilane look too rustic. I prefer more pomme and less pastry. But what do I know? As Audrey of a Fr. perfume site said yesterday (she was not wearing any perfume!),"You write about cakes and you do not eat cupcakes"
Guilty as charged.
Do you like Poilane's chaussons aux pommes?
The French are completement fou/crazy for these mini-baker figurines.They are a bit better then Hummel I guess... 
Since j'adore this pastry so much I re-wrote un petit chanson to des chaussons aux pommes, I was that inspired. Hey chausson let me tell you why,
I can't live my life without you,oh chausson aux pomme
everytime I see you dans la vitrine I get a thrill
you dont notice me but in time you will,
I can't live my life without you,oh chausson aux pomme
everytime I see you dans la vitrine I get a thrill
you dont notice me but in time you will,
I must make you understand.....
~
chorus:
~
chorus:
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man (I do yeah,yeah)
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)
~
Better not pass me by,cause if you do you'll lose a good
thing, (oh chausson de pomme)
I wanna be your man (I do yeah,yeah)
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)
I wanna be your man (I wanna be your man)
~
Better not pass me by,cause if you do you'll lose a good
thing, (oh chausson de pomme)
Cause what I got to say is sealed with a bouche/bite
and a wedding ring (wedding ring)
My mind is blind at times
I can't see any one but you
Those other chausson aux pomme don't matter no they can't spoil my view
I must make you understand.....
and a wedding ring (wedding ring)
My mind is blind at times
I can't see any one but you
Those other chausson aux pomme don't matter no they can't spoil my view
I must make you understand.....
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
More hot tips today on how the French Fem does it PBers...
In Paris last month, I spotted Jamie Cat Callan's book, French Women Don't Sleep Alone at W.H.Smith's and took note.
I met charmer Jamie at a Champagne party for francophile bloggers last January...
Now I'm enthralled with her book - a kind of memoire-report on Frenchie fem dos and don'ts. The intro focuses on the influence of Jamie's French grandmere. Always dressed to perfection - hat, gloves, stockings, high heels, Grandmere was quite demanding of Jamie. A bit of a cool cucumber too...
Yet Jamie's French grandmother, in her hay day was a vaudville dancer and singer not unlike writer, Colette! How do you like them pommes/apples?
Jamie's book is full of anacdotal tips she picked up while living and traveling in France on how French women do it. How they get their man!
Certainment lingerie plays an important role in the seduction process. I remember French Girl dragging me down to Printemp's new lingerie department. She was practically drooling over the goodies.
I was very ho-hum.
Give me a good patisserie like Blé Sucré anyday.
I do get the lingerie look worn on the outside - pale pink ruffles paired with a biker-Michael Jackson leather jacket...
But going into Chantal Thomass' grand emporium of ultra fine scraps of chiffon I've yet to conquer... 
I'm probably too American, too puritanical or too something. I refuse to shell out buckets of euros on a couple of triangles unless it's for a chausson au pomme. Miam-miam
Back to Jamie's book - evidently a surefire winner with les mecs/guys is the combo of boots and skirt and I have the photos to prove it.
Jamie says, the French girl does not date.
Love this French couple in the Palais-Royal don't you?
Guess what?
Back to Jamie's book - evidently a surefire winner with les mecs/guys is the combo of boots and skirt and I have the photos to prove it. Jamie says, the French girl does not date.
She throws a dinner party instead.
Mon dieu!
Where are my cookbooks?
Love this French couple in the Palais-Royal don't you?
Guess what? W.H.Smith thinks Jamie is FAB.
They've invited her to Paris to promote the new SATC 2!
Quelle lucky duck!
Quelle lucky duck!
Must start wearing boots and skirts...
Must learn to love lingerie...
Must learn to love lingerie...
Must, must, must start cooking!
~
Key$a says it all in Boots N boys
Boots and boys (Boots and boys)
They bring me so much joy (Bring me joy)
I gotta sing it
I wear 'em both so pretty
As I walk in the city
They bring me so much joy (Bring me joy)
I gotta sing it
I wear 'em both so pretty
As I walk in the city
BONJOUR BOOTS N BOYS!!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Here's some Paris torture for ya!
And for me too, since I'm back in chilly New York. The above viennoiserie is the famously unpronouncable and unspellable Breton kouign amann, an impossibly buttery, caramelized pastry...That took me out of the apartment last Saturday to go to Blé Sucré in the 12th near Marche Aligre and you should go too!
Well, that is if you want go off your diet with a bang and never regret a single bite. This utterly delicious thing is called a "paille" something or other (does it look like straw to you?). I had one the day before or else I would have indulged. Getting powdered sugar down your front is one of the memorable experiences from eating paille filled with raspberry confiture. Oh yeah, you'll get jam on your chin too. This is the most unmanagable of French pastries and well worth it. Have you tried one? 
I pray gratefully many times that I do not love whipped cream. I am a sucker for any tarte citron I come across. I did have one of Blé Sucre's and it was absolutemente excellent.
Did I mention that Ble's Fabrice Le Bourdat, was formerly a pastry chef at Le Bristol and it shows. Though the prices do not as you can see.
I am thankful I found Blé Sucre just 2 days before leaving Paris or the results of my summer regime would have been completement fini.
The wall of homemade jams - I got the l'abricot - there was a stick of vanilla inside...sigh 
They do have macarons and I should have gotten some, but I was loaded with enough goodies as it was. I went straight home to try them out. You can get lunch at Blé Sucre too.
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