Baguette Magique

Friends, 2016 has been a miserable year. We need a little magic for 2017. Hannukah and Christmas coinciding is a good start. The bakeries of the Marais have a little extra help planned as well. So, in the twin spirits of food gone wrong and food gone right (sometimes a bit hard to tell apart), I wish you all a magique holiday season!

(And many thanks to my friend who took this photo!)


Simit burn

I was so delighted to find a good Turkish market — at last! — and one that is not too far away at that. With well-priced cilantro and gorgeous lambchops and… simit, the wonderful Turkish sesame rings. Simit, the love of my Berlin years. Simit, the breakfast addiction. Simit, one of my son’s first words.

So of course I bought three, we ate two immediately, and the next morning I went to toast the third one under the broiler. Only I turned on the broiler too high, and I forgot about the simit, and before I knew it the kitchen smelled of something burning.

It was a tragedy.

Later that day, my husband was found scraping the burnt crust off the simit so he could eat what was still edible.

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