No stomach for it
A marching army
The way through to a man's heart
I can't cook
Watched The Transporter with friends yesterday, and now I have a craving to bake madeleines.
For a Reverse-Engineered Madeleine, you can't do any better than this article in Slate. Remember the scene where Tarconi is in the Transporter's kitchen, nibbling on a madeleine and musing about memory? If you've read Proust, it's actually quite droll... *
Anyhoo. I have no more content for you. Check out Is My Blog Burning? and Endless Banquet (Parts One, Two and Three) and see what they have to blog about madeleines. They have actual recipes.
{Addendum: May your eyes alight and rest on the delightful Chez Pim.}
* "Oh, The Transporter? You can't really appreciate it until you've read it in the original Proust."
Posted by edgar at July 25, 2005 10:53 AM