Once I got the kiddo off to school and got a few chores squared away this morning, I was pretty excited to butter up that spanking new pan and get a batch of madeleines in the oven. Having made the batter last night, all I had to do was grease the pan, scoop the batter into the mold, and pop it into the oven. Ten minutes later I had a lovely looking pan of richly golden madeleines.
Then I tasted one.
My first reaction was disappointment. Yes it was cakey, yes it tasted of the nice honey I had mixed into the batter, but what's all the fuss about, folks? I've got to find myself a go-to recipe for madeleines if this one-hit wonder of a pan is going to stay in my kitchen. I mean, didn't Proust write of some sublime experience involving a madeleine and a cup of tea? Help me out here.
Since I made it sound so spectacular, don't you want to know about the recipe? It was Claudia Fleming's Chestnut Honey Madeleines from The Last Course. This book is more inspirational than practical for my uses, but there are a few real winners in there, like her Chocolate Brownie Cookies. But that's another post.