It began with a giant rose-raspberry macaron (burger?) waiting in our hotel room. If there is any good way to begin something, its with a giant macaron. And if French women have taught me anything, its to indulge in moderation – so I ate a cheeky half.
And if that wasn’t enough, the hotel left assorted macarons in case our saccharine appetites were not yet satiated…
That evening, my beau and I celebrated the new year in style at Hôtel Costes, a Parisian haunt of style-setters lounging in candlelit corners, where the goings-on include Vogue photoshoots and Russian billionaires enjoying Slavic beauties over caviar.
After exchanging our Bonne Années, we attended a post-midnight performance at Crazy Horse Paris where our sweet encounters continued… Assorted macarons and champagne for the show (ok enough with the macarons…)
…I awoke the next morning and began coiffing for my New Years Day brunch while the news on the television blared unequivocal “overcast” reports. Strict measures for 2012 and prepare for a year of difficulty and sluggish economic growth. Great. Well, foodies, thank goodness baking is cheap! Nothing like a New Years Day brunch to be reminded that life isn’t so bad.
|Poppy seed Strudel|
As the finale, I must draw your attention to the most popular New Year dessert in Paris, only available in the month of January: La Galette des Rois (The King’s Cake), a frangipane pasty tart that is just the right combination of soft almond paste and crisp, flaky puff pastry. A small figurine is baked into the tart, and whoever finds it in their piece becomes King (or Queen!) and has luck for the year to come.
|A galette des rois by Pierre Hermé|
And on that note, kisses from Paris and the best of luck for 2012 you kings and queens!