Autumn Night

The joy of madeleines

by Peggy Page

posted 11/27/2012

When skies turn gray, leaves fall, and darkness lengthens, I make madeleines.

I don't know why I make them. I'm not French. I'm not literary. I'm not a gourmet. I never ate them before I made them for myself. I'd see them in coffee shops, shrink-wrapped shells in plastic by the register, and they looked too ... too corporate.

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