I have been questing for a real baguette in the city and I don't think it exists. It doesn't. A real french baguette is a myth because in my head I have idealized a crusty, yard long, airy, chewy, warm baguette. i do blame Jay for this. There was one glorious fleeting moment at the old Les Halles. We were smoking cigars, enjoying either some Onglet or Duck confit. During our dinner service our waiter brought out fresh form the oven some of their bread. It was crusty, warm and chewy and that awesome french salty butter. It was heaven. It was at that moment I realized that bread and butter is a gift from God.
Man, I just depressed myself. Damn.
Man, I just depressed myself. Damn.
2 comments:
Right idea, in the wrong place.
I'm looking for really good baguette here too. There's a bounty of baguettes but nothing that fits the bill. Would you believe that someone would make a crumb-y baguette? Ultimate fail.
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