This post is one of many documenting my week in Paris, a present to myself for graduating pastry school in the fall of 2012. Every moment was spent eating and one post wasn’t enough. It’s now a short novel. Kidding. I hope.
On the flight to Paris, while taking a nap I woke to the smell of butter. My nose said… croissants! I immediately scanned the plane for a coming flight attendant. Sadly, this is what landed in front of me. Never have I seen such a sad, limp piece of pastry. I ate it anyway because well, I was bored and anxious with 2 hours to go till landing. Not a very good reason but I vowed when I got into the city I’d eat enough good ones to make up for this.
Left: Plane croissant, Right: Pierre Hermé croissant