Every bakery in Paris makes pastry. And I don’t just mean donuts and Danish.
Even the non-spectacular looking things sound delish.
When Charlie and I saw the displays we were awed.
It made choosing something (and you know we did choose) very challenging.
In the same case as above are more goodies.
And more in the same case.
Even restaurants had a vast selection of choices.
Much to my surprise I never chose a lemon tart or Napoleon (the French don’t call them that). I was hooked on meringues and almond croissants and tiny brioche popovers sprinkled with large crystals of sugar.
Charlie had crème brûlée or a piece of flan (custard pie) everywhere we went and had me convinced that this was almost a meal since eggs and milk are the main ingredients.
No foolin’, the French can cook!
What would you choose?
Sidebar: Did you know white sugar and white flour cause inflammation in the body? No wonder my legs ache. It’s not fair!!!!!!!!!! (Rant over. Thanks for letting me share.)