We’re coming to the end of the Paris adventures now, folks. Saying that makes me sad, as I feel as though the trip is ending all over again. Thankfully I still have a few Italy posts up my sleeve, so on occasion I can close my eyes and pretend I’m back in the land where people frequently say “bella” without ever referring to the Twilight phenomenon. And that, I must say, is A Good Thing*.
On my second-last full day in Paris, I met up with Camille for an expedition to one of her favourite pâtisseries, Blé Sucré, which can be found in the 12th arrondissement.
Oh, beautiful pain! How to choose? The treats displayed here offered up flavours such as pear + licorice, mango + coconut, fig, salted caramel, peanut + chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate…
And yet, for me, there was only ever one option. The creation that I first tried in Japan, the creation that (in Japan) made me long never to eat anything else, the creation that I had been keeping an eye out for throughout my Paris explorations and finally, finally, found a worthy manifestation of at Blé Sucré.
Typically a mounded combination of whipped cream, chestnut cream, and a contrasting textural base such as sponge cake or pastry, Blé Sucré upped the ante of its Mont Blanc by firstly hiding meringue beneath the pipings of dense, true, chestnut sweetness, and secondly bookending the piece with glossy sheets of high-quality chocolate.
I cannot say much about this beyond that it was magnificent. The chestnut flavour came through brilliantly, the chocolate was lovely and complex, the meringue was perfectly sweet and the pastry perfectly crumbly, and even the cream on top was valued by this avowed pointless-cream-hater.
The clever ones amongst you might be thinking “but there were two of you on this afternoon tea adventure… what did the other lovely lady order?” Well, your over-the-internet question shall be answered with the following photo:
Dear Camille, thank you for choosing this gloriously rich sphere of unctuous chocolate. Had you not, I might have continued on in my misguided belief that all Solely Chocolate desserts are dull. I’m not saying that my Lemon Delicious love has been replaced, but it is good to know that, in the hands of the masters, chocolate desserts can be winners.
And if you’d like a little more Blé Sucré food porn in your life, make sure to head over to this post of Camille’s, which only accentuates my sorrow at no longer being in Europe.
*I watched New Moon for the second time on my flight to LA and was astonished, as I always am, by how much worse the series becomes the more I read/see/think about it. “Twilight and Its Nauseating Social Message”: Vague PhD Idea #425.