This week I had a choice of which recipe I would try for French Fridays with Dorie. I was talking with my dear friend Lindsey from the yummy Gingerbread Bagels , and we both decided on something sweet (of course!).
Lindsey made her cake first and she told me it was so easy she already memorized the recipe. She told me, “Just don’t burn the caramel.” Great advise. I kept a close eye on my caramel. It was a super easy recipe. The juicy raisins add the right sweetness to this light dessert. The caramel topping is the best part. I kind of ADORE caramel! Just a wee little bit.
We aren’t publishing the recipes from Dorie’s Around My French Table. If you would like the recipe, you will have to buy the book. I think you won’t regret it.
The days were getting shorter. It seemed the temperature was dropping by the minute. It was difficult for Chantal to get used to the unfriendly winters in Paris. She missed the beaches in the South of France. She missed the palm trees and the warmer winters. Sometimes the nostalgia was overwhelming. Chantal loved this vibrant city, but there was something missing.
Chantal left briskly after her heart was broken. She hadn’t intended to stay in Paris as long as she did. Aunt Dorie told her, “Stay, my love, as long as you would like. As long as is necessary.” Aunt Dorie had an empty apartment available and Chantal made it as comfortable as her little place she missed dearly with the calming view of the sea.
Working at the boulangerie was her refuge. Meeting Jean-Marc was unplanned. He seemed to be all she could think of and she was frustrated for having less will power. A broken heart is delicate and needs time to heal. At least that was what she had told herself. He came to visit her almost daily. Entering the shop with a huge smile and always a spontaneous plan. The spontaneity was not her style.
Two months had passed since they first met. When Jean-Marc proposed a short getaway, she didn’t hesitate in responding yes. He said it would be a surprise and to pack lightly. She couldn’t hold back her excitement. She jumped up and hugged him so tightly in front of the last customers. Jean-Marc said they first had to be go by his grandmother’s place to check in and make sure she would be fine for the next two days.
Marie-Helene was just finishing a dessert for them to have with their tea. She always baked something on the days she knew they would stop by. The smell was a familiar smell. It reminded Chantal of a cake she used to eat when she was little. Marie-Helene knew they had something to share.Marie-Helene felt that this was real love that she was witnessing. She decided to hide her joy. The tea was ready and she passed them each a slice of the sweet smelling cake still warm from the oven. They each tasted the delicious cake as they talked about where Jean-Marc was possibly bringing her. The cake was another perfect creation by a talented baker. The caramel topping was irresistible. Chantal served herself another slice and started to daydream about where their journey would take them.
Sorry the group does not publish recipes from Dorie’s Around My French Table.