December 09, 2003
petites madeleines
One difference between Mig and Marcel Proust:
Proust writes:
... I declined at first, and then, for no particular reason, changed my mind. She sent out for one of those short, plump little cakes called 'petites madeleines,' which look as though they had been moulded in the fluted scallop of a pilgrim's shell. And soon, mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate, a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin...
Mig writes:
Driving to work this morning, I smelled something funny so I smelled my anorak but that wasn't it. I don't know what it was.
Recipe for petites madeleines.
Posted at December 9, 2003 09:22 AM
Could 'Stinky The Cat-Mime' have gotten in your car overnight?
you left the anorak on the mat overnight.
well made madeleines are great. i am happy to report i have never read proust nor will i be tempted to be - i will just stick to eating my madeleines.
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