As an excuse to get acquainted with the local commerces of our new neighborhood, I stopped by a new patisserie to pick up something sweet for my sweetie and me. He loves eclairs, but I couldn’t decide on either chocolate or coffee. But I found a way to settle our differences by picking up a divorcé! Before you start demanding back your wedding gifts, let me just assure you that a divorcé is like a religeuse. You must be thinking, “Oh no! First she mentions divorce? And then religion? What kind of blog is this becoming?” But rest assured, I shan’t write about anything that isn’t already napped in frosting. Nevertheless, a divorcé is a chocolate and a coffee creme puff stuck to together, united with a ribbon of buttercream. The principle is that when cut in half evenly, each party can walk away fairly on its own terms. But as an expression of our blissfulness, I rotated it 90 degrees and cut it so we both got a taste of chocolate and coffee. So far so good…
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