My souvenir

So my parents went to Hawaii and Oregon and they brought me back…

…a madeleine pan. Which is something I have been longing for ever since I saw this recipe on 101 Cookbooks. So here we go!

First, I browned the butter which was a new experience for me. It was a little worrying with its sizzling away on the stove – I kept worrying it was burning. And then it got all frothy and I knew it was supposed to turn brown, but I couldn’t see it through the foam, so eventually I just turned off the heat and I lucked out.

It looks a little horrible – I don’t know what those brown sludgy bits left behind on top of the strainer are and probably I don’t want to know – but it smelled lovely. Sort of caramely and nutty and warm. Yum! Then I decided I’d show off my Pink Lady in action while I whipped up the eggs:

Isn’t it perfect? I adore it. After mixing everything together, the batter was very light and airy and fluffy – sort of like a cake batter, I think, although I’m not very good at making cakes yet, so who really knows? Into the oven at 350 degrees for 14 minutes and this

became these

I had never had a Madeleine before (doesn’t Proust eat them? Somebody literary does, at any rate.), but they are very nice. Sort of spongy and eggy and light and lemony with a little bit of a crunchy crust to them when they’re straight out of the oven, but still very delicate. I feel classy just knowing they’re sitting in my kitchen. Like I ought to be serving them with a full-on silver tea service or something.

Actually I feel as though I should be served them. Preferably by a handsome butler-type with white gloves.

But that’s just me. 😉

Anyway, they are a success!

Now it is late and I am off to bed. And I promise there will at some point be things other than baking on here once again – I’ve just been in a domestic, baking mood lately, I guess…


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