It occurred to me this morning that I still haven’t had a pain au chocolat. What’s up with that?? I’ve been here for nearly two weeks. So despite my healthy breakfast at home (one kiwi and a cherry yogurt) I stopped into a patisserie a few blocks from the office and bought my pain au chocolat.
The first bite gave me that happy rush: A gazillion little layers of fine, buttery pastry dough, coiled and baked together in soft-crunchy perfection. The chocolate part of the pastry was modest—just a few spots of it. But it was particularly rich and just a titch melty—a heavenly combo if ever there was one. Besides, I’m learning that just a little taste of the sweet stuff can give you just as much pleasure as an overload.