You may or may not know this about me, but in a previous life I was Jewish. So last night I celebrated the Festival of Lights by meandering over to the Marais (the Jewish quarter/gayborhood of Paris) to poke around a little.
I went to Chez Marianne for sweets - they have the whole schmeer. All of the bakeries in the Marais are mushuggah good. I don't think what I got was actually Jewish, but it's the thought that count's right?
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| Chez Marianne |
Is baklava Jewish? Maybe a little? 'Cause that's what I had. I also got
dattes fourrés à la pâte d'amande. I don't know how to translate that other than "Almond-Date Cookies," but they are scrumptious. They're Moroccan pastries that come in rose and pistachio flavor, and I can eat about one before I've reached my sugar quota for the week.
The French spell it "Hanoucca" - weird right?
Maria
P.S. Paris is a blizzard.
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