I used to devour French pastries in a matter of seconds. However that has all changed as of yesterday. Exactly 32 hours and 39 minutes after I decided to embark on baking a batch of croissants, I have a hot one in my little hand!
Much to my shock (of the happy variety) the aroma takes me back to Paris… Seriously! It’s sweet and warm and yummy! I yelped as I opened the oven because I can’t quite believe that what I’m holding actually LOOKS like a croissant! Viva la rolling pin and floured bench top! My trusty baking allies have brought me to a victory that I reckon Napoleon would salute to. Or maybe I’m easy pleased. But, the pleasures of the croissant are mine for the eating for now!