Madeleines for Proust
I thought I’d make some madeleines in honour of Proust’s birthday (any excuse, right?), but as I’m now a Vegan killjoy, I wasn’t sure if that would be possible, or advisable. My inner Homer Simpson really, really wanted me to try, if it meant there’d be the possibility of cake, so, a quick google led me to a recipe here, and I gave it a go.
This is what happened…..
I didn’t burn them, which was a nice surprise, and they’re very tasty – if not quite the puffy little tugboats I was hoping for. I’ll definitely make them again.
Tasty madeleines are all very well, and I’m grateful for any excuse to eat cake, especially as literary treats are less calorific, non? But if I’d wanted to create a Proustian moment, to taste something that would trigger a flood of memories from childhood and possibly launch a seven volume novel, I’d have to give the dainty morsels of madeleine seeped in limeflower tea a miss, and instead, go for something like this.