Mirabelle Orange Tart

Mirabelle Orange Tart

Summer is here. Or supposed to be... In Paris, it’s not very hot or sunny right now, you wouldn’t know it was summer if it were not for the fruits you can find at the market. That’s when you know that yes, this is the month of August. Yes, this is summer 2017. And no, you are not dreaming.
There are all kinds of plums at the Parisian markets right now, Reine Claude, red plums, little plums, and my favorite kind: mirabelles. They are small bites of heaven. They remind me of my friend Simon, and his mom. It was her who first introduced me to mirabelles many years ago, when I came to Paris as an exchange student to Sciences Po. They are as good now as they were then.
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Pistachio Madeleines

Pistachio Madeleines

I started to play tennis again this year. It makes me happy. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this sport. At the club where I play here in Paris there’s a team tournament each year, and I decided to participate. Last weekend was our last match, and I wanted to bake something for the girls to snack in between matches. I decided Madeleines were perfect: easy to prepare, easy to transport, they can be kept at room temperature. Plus, they only take 12 minutes to cook, which is kind of ideal if you must leave home at 8 in the morning on a Saturday morning.
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Raspberry Doughnuts

Raspberry Doughnuts

I am delighted to say the recipe I shared last week was a huge success! It makes me so happy when people write to me telling me that they made one of my recipes and that they loved it... and apparently, the chocolate fudge cake was a big hit! So, if you ever make any of my recipes, don’t be shy, leave a comment and share with me. It makes my day!
In the spirit of making things I like, I thought I would make doughnuts. Because I’ve always loved doughnuts, even if in Argentina they are not a big thing. Every time I had the chance to travel I would indulge in one or two of these. My all-time favourite doughnut was one filled with raspberry I had at a small bakery a million years ago when I visited London with my parents. I have no idea what the bakery’s name is tough so I could never eat one again!
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