Hot Chocolate Cookies


When I joined the Girl Scout Brownie troop in second grade I wasn’t initially in it for the free food. I was lured by the promise of some good, old-fashioned, dirty fun.

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Apricot and Nectarine Upside-Down Cake


My father crept up the semi-circular driveway, gravel scattering beneath the weight of the tires as he parked. The pebbles crunched underfoot as I walked towards the front door of my best friend’s house. It opened to release an intense feeling of familiarity, the result of the many years of friendship our families had shared. I could visualize the floor plan of their home almost as easily as I could picture the magnolia walls of our three bedroom rental in Knaphill.

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Moelleux au Chocolat with Caramelized Almonds and Fleur de Sel


As on most grey days in Paris, a deep internal conflict was taking up most of my energy. I looked up from my book and watched the raindrops pile up on the living room window of our apartment. Swelling and colliding with each other, they grew unsustainably large before rolling down the pane of glass and dropping to the slick, grey streets below.

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Almond Cake with Cherry Compote and Vanilla Bean Frosting


Parisians flee the city in late July and early August. The change is striking in our neighborhood, where the natives are never replaced by the selfie-sticked summer tourists perpetually gathering around I.M. Pei’s pyramids and filling the narrow streets of the Marais. With few remaining locals and even fewer tourists to serve, local bakers, butchers and restaurant proprietors have joined their fellow Parisians on the beaches of Corsica and Provence. But I’m still here with a bowl of the most beautiful cherries of the season in my lap.

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Raspberry Hazelnut Dacquoise


Sometimes I walk around Paris with cake. But I prefer to take it on the metro. Unwieldy plastic cake box in hand, the strangers of this city’s public transportation system relinquish a tiny portion of their private space to me. Though they tend to ignore soon-to-be mothers or cane-wielding grandpas, Parisians respect the rights of a dessert to reach its destination unharmed. This luxury comes at a price.

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