Anyone need a caterer?

Jess and I prepared this sumptuous dessert plate for the Mother's Day Brunch at her house. Let your eyes feast on our café gourmand! First there is a shot of espresso, followed by a salted caramel macaroon, then a peach and custard tartelette, fresh whipped creme in the right corner, next creme brulée in the far corner, then vanilla ice cream topped with peach puree and caramel sauce, and finally fresh peach slices. Magnifique!

Birthday Wishes

This is almost 2 months after the fact, but some of you might enjoy looking at pictures from the anniversary of my 24th year. That is what the French call it, an anniversary - or anniversaire. Seems very appropriate to me.  I invited Jess and our friend Caroline to make the long 3-hour train trek to Rochefort. I lured them out to the boonies with promises of cake and champagne. I also threw in some macaroons for good measure.

Now these macaroons are not your grandmother's macaroons. Well maybe... but only if your grandmother is a Parisian pastry chef. These little pillows of almond flour cradle flavored creams of lemon, raspberry, pistachio, chocolate, and coffee. So many different flavors of loveliness! Sometimes I just want to eat macaroons everyday for the rest of my life. But I digress...

The real pièce de résistance was my chocolate mousse cake. Imagine, if you will — chocolate mousse with chocolate shavings and a marzipan plaque. Everyone in France spells my name with an accent, which doesn't bother me. At least they always say my name right the first time.

Just looking at this cake makes me want to eat it all over again. Lastly, but definitely not least was the bottle of champagne (pronounced "sham-pahn-ya") that we drank. The most surprising thing about champagne is how heavy the bottle is, even with it is empty. Apparently, the bottle is made in three pieces: the two sides and the top ring, so that French swordsmen can slice off the top piece of glass and open the bottle in one fell swoop. We did not have a sword to open the bottle, but luckily champagne corks practically open themselves.


Jess also brought along France's idea of a birthday candle, also known as the sparkler. I have to give the French props for their choice of candle in this case. A giant tower of sparkling madness is one hell of a way to hail in a new year in your life.