Well, my time in Paris is over and I’ve finished my two intensive grad courses, albeit through a haze of jet-lag. I haven’t had time to blog since the beginning of the month and look at what’s happened; stock markets are going haywire and half of England is rioting. I’d better get back to posting.
I can’t turn the page on my time in Paris without singing the praises of chocolatier Jean-Charles Rochoux, located just a few blocks down the street from where I work in the 6th Arrondissement at 16, rue d’Assas. I discovered his truffles at a chocolate tasting this summer, small exquisite squares that seductively embrace your tongue. I brought back his largest size box of 55 and my family was immediately smitten. I also bought his chocolate wheel. The blade circles around a disk, creating a spiral of dark or milk chocolate or the chocolate hazelnut concoction shown in the photo. It’s the gift that keeps on giving, because I can buy new disks each time I go to Paris. I can hardly wait.
Today’s expression, le peché mignon (luh pehshay meegnon – the “gn” like in lasagna), literally means “the cute sin.” We’d say “a secret sin” or “guilty pleasure” – thus the difference between our more Puritanical relationship with pleasure in North America and French revelry in life’s delights. My peché mignon is definitely chocolate and Jean-Charles Rouchoux gets chocolate. He’s my kind of guy.