
I have a confession to make. Before making them myself, the only madeleines I had ever tasted were from Starbucks. No one had ever made them for me, I’d never had a special pan to make them myself, and somehow I managed to spend a weekend in Paris once without tasting either a madeleine or a macaron—sad, but true.
I’ve always been curious about madeleines. I mean, is there really anything special about them other than their shape? Obviously Proust thought so. But what makes them so magical? And the big question—are they cookies or tiny little cakes? Well, curiosity got the better of me one day so I bought a little package of madeleines at Starbucks. And even though I knew that what I tasted out of that little plastic package was probably not a great representation of the classic French cookie (or is it cake?), I fell madly in love with the madeleine. Continue reading →




















