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My Delicious Valentine       The few days before valentine's day are always fun (& kind of cheesy). My friends and I scout for 'V-Victims' (valentine's victims), you can tell who those are by the matching red shirts, the red lipstick, the rose, and even sometimes a decal sticker on the bumper of their vehicle. Sad. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against a celebration of love, but I just don't see why someone would wait 365 days to tell someone "I love you" or buy them a gift. That, in addition to fashion crimes committed on that day made it register as a cliché in my mind -for the most part, that is. Instead of spending Valentine's day with love, I opted to spend it doing something I love. A workshop with Monsieur Pierre-Hermé, the master chef behind the delicious hug-like macaroons at Pierre Hermé of Paris It was so interesting because there it was, our chance to ask the world's best macaroon maker about the validity of the many macaroon-making myths. The eggs, for instance, are aged before use in the fridge for 3-4 days uncovered, no egg white powder no nothing. All fresh, all accessible, and all feasible. I had him sign my recipe notebook in which I write down the recipes I've invented, it felt like a blessing from the Godfather of master cooks to be honest. Now, my recipe note book has this glow of holiness around it, and holds many small dirty secrets of experienced cooks. Je t'aime Pierre Herme! Je t'aime, je t'aiiiiiiiime Labels: Cookingfessional, Domestic Goddess, La Dolce Vita $3 in my moola box | link | email this post |
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