Canelés at Seven SeedsApril 15, 2011
Situation: Friday, law test on contracts at 10 am (It’s Friiiday, Friiiday, gotta get down on Friiiday. FUN FUN FUN FUN)
Time: 8-03 am.
Location: Law Building Foyer
State of being: hungry and sleep-deprived
Solution and subsequent action: displace self to Seven Seeds for coffee and pastry.
Coffee, as usual, was very good. No fault. Today I want to talk about what I ate.
While I was waiting in line to order my coffee, I looked across to their display case to see what baked goodies they were offering, and what should be sitting there all cosy-ed up but canelés – delicious, delicious canelés. To me they look a little bit like volcanos, but it’s open to your own interpretation. This is more of a cake than a pastry, really. It’s moist and soft inside, I think it’s a sort of custard. And it wasn’t very sweet, which was perfect for so early in the morning. The outside is slightly bitter, it’s got a burnt butter/toffee taste. Simply fantastic.
Without doubt the best thing about food is when that first, blissful bite reminds you instantly of something else, of a place, or a time, or a person. It’s such a wonderful thing, when food reminds you of something. Heston Blumenthal goes on and on about the fantastic ability of food to conjure such vivid memories and feelings. That’s exactly what my canelé from seven seeds did to me – it harked back to a family holiday in Normandy and, more specifically, to these scrumptious buttery pastries from a chocolate shop – caramelised and flakey on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside. And so, so buttery. They’re semi-hard, not soft like a croissant, but not crunchy, just sticky and chewy and sweet. Incredible. I’ve included a photo at the end of this post.
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