For months I would look at the computer screen. Transfixed. Held in a spell by the amazing pictures from the Le 15 Patisserie pantry.
Their obsession with macaroons puzzled me. Memories of excessively sweets, chewy, coconut- laden pebbles, the macaroons of Irani Cafes and Camy Wafers haunted me. The bright colours of the macaroons of Le 15 Patisserie puzzled me. Reminded me of the plate of cookies that I had pounced upon as a hungry bachelor at The Ramada, Juhu. It's close to thirteen years now but that disappointment is hard to forget.
I finally came across the Le Patisserie macarons last night. Dinner done, I left my reservations behind and firmly grasped a pink one. Bit into it. The macaron just collapsed in my mouth as a stream of chocolate sensuously swirled through my mouth. These macarons are the reason why food is occasionally called orgasmic.
The petite Puja Dhingra (in the black jacket) explained to me that these were French Macaroons. The macaroons that I often hid from earlier were Italian.
Well, Puja, who runs Le 15 Patisserie is a Le Cordon Bleu trained pastry chef after all.
We met at a dinner hosted by Rushina of A Perfect Bite for the launch of Yashbir Sharma's travelogue, 'The Food Trail of India'