Tuesday, February 20, 2007


One of the advantages of living in France is the abundance of fantastic boulangeries, often just around the corner from where you live (very handy for cravings!). And how do you tell a good boulangerie from a bad? I just look at the queue of people spilling out the door on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Our local boulangerie* usually has an 8-10 metre queue on a Sunday morning!

This little morsel of happiness filled with a lovely chocolate crème is called a religieuse, French for “nun”.

* bakery

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