On the Divine Pastry.

Behold the Kouing Aman (KOO-ing a-MON), the most divine pastry known to Katherine-kind, only to be found at Les Madeleines (the proprietress of which should perhaps consider changing the name to Les Kouing Amans). I brought three whole pastries home to photograph last week, but the wild Camille animal with whom I live stalked the little flock of delights until they were left alone and vulnerable on the kitchen counter, and then she pounced. She attacked her prey with pastry-lust seen only in untamed creatures and could be driven away by nothing but gunshots fired threateningly into the air by the gamekeeper. So here you see the carnage. On the bright side, it allows you to better see the buttery, sweet layers of pastry hidden within the crunchy, caramelized sugar-encrusted exterior. This stuff is the designer drug of the pastry world. Get some for yourself and partake of the sacrament of dilection that is this perfect marriage of flour, butter, salt and sugar. And unless you call 48 hours in advance, you're limited to four Kouing Amans a day. Which is sad for my metaphorical heart, but beneficial to my physical one. SheCraves agrees.