It has come to my attention that my Reims post was a bit...long. Even I got bored re-reading it, so kudos to you who made it through the whole thing. The next day trips will be split into more digestible portions, I promise.
Yesterday, as it was Wednesday's Patisserie day, I decided to try something a little more simple. I love to bake fancy things like flottants and a certain Dark Chocolate Raspberry Clafoutis is calling my name (not to mention a burning desire to learn how to make a proper soufflé), but the best part of baking something is watching people devour it. In the house I live, this is tricky because Host Dad is lactose intolerant, the Young One doesn't like cheese, and Host Mom has basically stated that she doesn't like anything that is not a tart.
This narrows down my options quite a bit but the other night after a decent dinner where she complimented my artichokes, she shared with me several cookbooks from which I could choose "The Family's" (i.e. her) favorite desserts. While she flipped through them I took careful note of which desserts she ooh-ed over, and ignored when she warned me that the flottants were "very difficult" because I didn't find it so hard when I made some delicious ones a year ago. Whatever.
SO. Blood Orange Tart it was.
(Toasty goodness. I froze and baked it for half the time cause I'm lazy. Seemed to work just fine.)
With caramel sauce. Because I love me some caramel.
In other news, I stole the neighbors black cat.
I gave it back, don't worry, but it's kind of a perfect cat to have since I am semi-permanent. Toad offered me the perfect name for her - Pipelette (the french word for gossipy) because Bavarde (talkative) wasn't quite girly enough. But she is a talker.
Also? I finally broke down and joined Twitter when my mom sent me an email requesting to follow me. My mom, ya'll. Thankfully I needed one more internet addiction.
I leave you with a flower porn. I don't know why it's so bright, my camera is just funny like that.
It's almost spring!