May 2, 2013
As you may know, I’ve been hopping around a lot. My friends in Paris have a tendency to travel, and when they do, I’ve been raising my hand to volunteer to cat-sit/house-sit/whatever-sit for them. It’s a win-win: their pet gets fed, their house looks lived-in so it doesn’t get robbed, I get to see lots of different parts of Paris, and I leave freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies when I leave.
Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite thing to bake, so naturally I’ve gone through lots of recipes. But no matter how much I might mess around with ground oatmeal or brown butter or pumpkin purée or what-have-you, this is the recipe I go back to. Good ol’ Alton‘s got it right, as he so often has.
These cookies, like all chocolate chip cookies, are fantastic straight out of the oven. But the special thing about them is that they continue to be good, nay, I would even say better, for days after they’ve been baked. If you like a toothsome chew in your cookie, this is where it’s at.
I’ve recently learned that there are people in this world who will wake up in the middle of the night, hungry, and actually get out of bed searching for a snack. I have it on good authority that these cookies are excellent for those kinds of people, too.
November 12, 2012
This week, we visited the Salon du Chocolat, a huge chocolate expo at the Porte de Versailles. It was a chocolate, and people, overload — perhaps we should have expected it, since there are very few foods that people are more passionate about than chocolate.
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November 2, 2012
You guys. It’s hot chocolate season, and now that I’ve made it this way, I don’t think I can ever go back to powdered cocoa again.
I first had this style of hot chocolate when I visited Paris last Christmas. Tim and I shared a waffle and a cup of the thickest hot chocolate I had ever had, dipping the waffle pieces in the chocolate white and generally being deliriously happy.
(Sorry for the blurry pictures. Part camera wobble, part steam.)
This treat is more lot warm, thick ganache than the cocoa I’m used to back home. It’s thick enough that you can dip a piece of baguette in it, and the chocolate doesn’t completely soak into the bread. Crazy good as an afternoon snack.
October 10, 2012
Let’s play pretend for a moment. Let’s pretend that the world is a much smaller place, and I can ask you over for an old-fashioned sleepover party on a Saturday night and, despite you being wherever in the world you are and me being in Paris, you can accept and bring over a big bottle of wine and a DVD of Love Actually.
Let’s pretend we’ve played board games all night with a few of our better friends and gossiped about boys and had lots and lots of wine and probably cheese and bread, and we’ve woken up late the next morning, groggy but without hangovers. This is what I would make for us to eat for breakfast while we were drinking coffee and putting on a touch of Sunday-makeup.