tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138745795409227724.post8561852610495135323..comments2023-03-16T01:51:57.269-07:00Comments on Joie de vivre: Chez Poilâne : August 5, 2009Mayanne Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10287737475629706481noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6138745795409227724.post-79960883053744157182009-08-05T06:31:35.906-07:002009-08-05T06:31:35.906-07:00Mayanne--About ten years ago,long before our disco...Mayanne--About ten years ago,long before our discovery of being gluten intolerant, a business associate sent a giant boule to us from that bakery as a Chanukah gift. It was, of course, heavenly. We thought we could never eat any other kind of sourdough again--even the crusty clouds of bread from San Francisco; they didn't compare. So for awhile, before the Euro and during a very flush time in our lives, we ordered the boules every few months, and occasionally also had them sent to friends who would appreciate the amazing comestible. When it arrived, we'd open the box and the aromas of bakery oven and their very old sourdough starter, and to us--Paris--permeated the kitchen. Richard would remove the hillock loaf and quarter it. We'd wrap three pieces in saran and foil, then freeze those sections to savor through the weeks. The fourth, we bagged and put into the fridge to enjoy with wine and cheese in the evening or to toast and smear with brie early with tea and coffee. It will always hold a special memory for us about that great city, a food splurge that seems so outrageous now, and bread. Thanks for taking me back.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09430131699781448192noreply@blogger.com