It was love at first sight. It came as suddenly and unexpected as a spring rain. Romantic movies and stories do not prepare you for the real thing. I walked down the crowded entrance way of the famous dessert shop Angelina in Paris- the location nearest to the Louvre with Sarah and her friend Jess and felt a chill down my spine. The decor was lovely, and the sweet smell of their famous slow churned hot chocolate filled the air. Of course I was excited. Sarah as well as other friends had given this bakery and Salon de the, rave reviews. My eyes immediately began searching around the room for a glance at their world famous desserts. While these pastries don't come cheap, I threw caution to the wind and settled on a cup of their piping hot, but oh-so-thick and decadent hot chocolate, which they keep warm in copper kettles, and bought a single Mont-Blanc.
Mont Blanc.
Mont Blanc.
Mont Blanc.
The stuff dreams are made of.
A crispy and airy merengue base for a mound of delicate and smooth whipped cream topped by chestnut paste which is piped on top of the cream and merengue in delicate strips. A light dusting of powdered sugar gives it a snowy effect.
If you have never had chestnuts- or more specifically "marrons" which is what you find in France, do try them. Enjoying a dessert that does not have a chocolate component is a rare occurrence for me and should speak to the interesting and perfectly balanced group of flavors in the Mont Blanc. It's not too heavy, but full of sublte flavors... vanilla bean especially.
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