French Pastries and I are intimate friends. There is nothing untouched between us. Bakeries in France are the pearly gates to heaven!
When I arrived in France 19 years ago…I tasted a pastry called Kouign Aman; which is a teaspoon of flour, a ton of butter and an equal ton of sugar baked. A forbidden romance my mouth has never forgotten! The cherry on top of the cake!
Kouign Aman is second to God.
The first time I tasted this I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I had seconds, and a slice of heaven went missing! The third day I ate the entire sky. The next day the angels vanished as I ate and ate. By the fifth day hell started to shake. On the sixth day, in my husband birth place, I decided France and I could be friends as long as Kouign Aman and I remain close. On the seventh day there was one fat QUEEN AMEN!
Photo: The image above does not depict Kouign Aman. It never makes it home. These are second best.
* Kouign Aman kinda sounds like Queen-A-man…though Queen Amen went better with this post.
** This is a re-post from last year.
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