LA, LALA, LALALALALA, LALALALALA, DOODOODOODOO...

......perfect breakfast, perfect lunch, mirabelles, mousse au chocolat


Certains l'aiment (chocolat) chaud at Angelina - fun to play with the little pot of cream, making swirly shapes before slurping its divinity. I can't believe I got high on hot chocolate, then I had to lie down.



In the important matter of the macaroon challenge I had a clear, hands down favourite. I went to both Laduree and Pierre Herme in rue Bonaparte and purchased ten macaroons from each, all different flavours. (No, I didn't eat them ALL at once!) Then I sat in the Jardins du Luxembourg under a tree and commenced my testing. It's a hard life. The first Laduree macaroon tasted pretty nice I thought. But as soon as I tasted my first Pierre Herme the jig was up. After the yummy smoothness of P.H and the subtle, balanced flavours - Americano Pamplemousse (Campari and Grapefruit) Huile d'Olive and Vanille - sounds weird, tastes divine, I didn't even want the Ladurees anymore. They tasted too crumbly, a bit gritty and the flavours too strong. And although I was trying not to judge on anything other than flavour, I must admit I preferred the experience of the Pierre Herme shop with its quiet professional atmosphere, to queueing up with a coachload of Japanese tourists in Laduree. It felt a bit 'Disney'. I hate that feeling, but maybe that's just me. So now I know I'm a Pierre Herme gal - how useful this information will be in daily life has yet to be asserted. Not that you know, I'd turn down a Laduree, or any kind of macaroon if you offered me one. Just in case you were going to.