A couple of weeks ago I had my first eclair that wasn't a) from Tim Horton's, b) frozen in a box from Costco. So in other words, I had my first eclair. And it changed my life. They come in chocolate or coffee flavour, and it says a lot about the fairy tale quality of living in Paris that making that decision is sometimes the hardest thing about my day. (Fortunately you can't really make a wrong decision.)No more.
This morning I discovered the divorcée. It's a chocolate eclair stuck to a coffee eclair. There's extra icing. There's a cheeky name. THERE ARE TWO ECLAIRS IN ONE.
I was a little intimidated at first. It seemed like a pretty big dessert. And then the solution came to me: don't eat the divorcée for dessert. Just eat it for lunch.
Dear Paris: I love you.
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteI have so enjoyed reading your blog! I don't think I have posted before (if I have, I apologize)...my hubbie and I stayed in Paris for 1 week 3 years ago and we both LOVED it. Reading your posts make us laugh and very nostalgic. One of Ben's favourite things about Paris was the eclair - chocolate, not coffee. :)
A friend of Julianne's,
Tammy
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing. Your father must really love you!
stm
Dear Rachel,
ReplyDeleteI learned of your existence from my daughter Siobhan's blog, and am pleased to learn that another relative enjoys the life in France.
From May to October each year I live in a small village an hour east of Toulouse. The rest of the year I live just north of Seattle, and feel that I have found just what I like -- until I change my mind, of course.
I would enjoy meeting you, so if it is ever possible for you to come to the South of France, please contact me.
Glenda Barnhart