Classic, the recipe for French pastry
Heavenly to the palate and tasty
Open middle with a filling so creamy
Custard that's called crème patisserie
Observe the delicacy of this treat
Longing to have just one lil' bite to eat
At this moment, I feel myself itching
To bake a dozen eclairs, perhaps more
Exposing the layers that I adore.
Extra delicious, the ganache topping...
Chocolate glaze I'd eat without stopping.
Last bite taken, savored it to the end
Accompanied with milk or coffee blend
If you've never tried one you really should
Rest assured you will find them very good
Sweet morsel is the eclair confection.
Paris, paradigm of “je ne sais quoi “-
Great Gallic mystery, almost a law.
Evincing an essence, cannot say how -
Shrug of a shoulder with lift of a brow.
But stroll down a street called La Rue Cadet -
The enigma abates along the way.
Senses succumb to a Confiserie,
Snuggled in tight next the Charcuterie,
A few doors down there’s the Patisserie,
Juxtaposed close to a Fromagerie.
“Je ne sais quoi”, astute tourists still say,
This riddle’s resolved on La Rue Cadet.
January 2, 2023
Patisserie Alice
Roll of stratagem with a pinch of skullduggery
That was the only thing I missed in this pâtisserie
white & black these are some of its color..
square, sphere, heart shape and more..
bitter, sweet and bittersweet..
with nuts, almonds and mallows..
local up to a patisserie made..
they are all a delight..
I love it when i put in my mouth..
slowly and slowly it will melt..
noting and savoring it's taste..
it's said an anti-oxidant
Also an aphrodisiac..
Rich in Calcium and minerals..
Releases happy hormones called endorphins..
I am a certified lover of chocolates..
by: olive_eloi
10:12pm
04/11/2013
I slowly cut a corner off my prize
No cause to hurry, see I at this time
To savor, such a treat sees no despise
If one knows not this joy, that is a crime
The layers compliment this god-like cream
The smooth caress of chocolate is joy
The combination is much like a dream
My senses it so fully does employ
I do not need a house or any clothes
My mind is full of thoughts only to know
When next taste I the sweetness of my rose
But I would wait a hundred years of snow
If love is like this sweet patisserie,
I think my life consists of it and me.
=0=
He came back to France
Many years ago, to find his one true love
To have his life with her once more
the beautiful woman he'll forever adore
He longs to be the one to call her, his 'Mon petit Fleur'
His 'belle'
The one to fulfill all of her dreams
As if dropping pennies into a wishing well.
To feed her croissants and pastries galour and together they'll sip tea
As they laugh about life and how it was meant to be
Together forever sat at their small corner table
In their special patisserie.
This is where I find him, all hunched over and alone
His face full of lines from the life that he has known
The tea for two, turned into one
The buttered croissants all but gone
As day by day he sits and waits
He comes at dawn
And waits till dusk
When the day bids its Au revoir
Before he makes his way back home
Deep down he's given up hope of her coming
But he hates to be alone.
As he tells me his story
I see the sadness in his eyes
They fill with tears as he mentions her name
His one true love that never came
This is just the way he's life is meant to be
In saddened tones he whispers
C'est la vie..
For Cyndi's Something French contest.
=0=
Joie de Vivre - isn’t life sweet,
especially when you add a treat
like a delicious patisserie,
crème glacée, éclairs, le pan de mie,
chocolat, and le tarte aux fruits?
Eat not just fiber, cheese and meat!
Though you should eat these happily,
eat also sweetly, mon petit!
Joie de vivre.
Just one more stanza I repeat
(and this is for your joy complete)
Do more than eat to live! Like me,
to life and sweet desserts say Oui!
And every day - Bon appetit!
Joie de vivre.
For those who do not know the French words (which from my understanding, nearly rhyme in French the way they are pronounced by Americans):
Joie de Vivre - Joy of Living
Patisserie (pah-tees-ree)- pastry
Crème Glacée - ice cream
Le pan de mie - sweet bread
Le tarte aux fruits (le-tart-oh-frweet)- the fruit tart (or pie)
Chocolat and Eclairs, like in English
Mon petit: My little or My boy
Oui! - Yes!
Bon appetit - Enjoy your meal!
For Cyndi MacMillan's
UN, DEUX, TROIS....OOH LA LA!!!!
.
In Cognac
oh Cognac...
my sweet little town in France
Out I stepped
for an evening stroll
on the cobbled streets
And there I did see,
the nights last light
in the patisserie flick out
And out she sprang
that little French sylph
From head to shoe
her petite figure
was covered in batter
And to my surprise
I did discover
from lips to hips
she makes the best
cheese cake ever
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