Can I just say that a few weeks ago, following one of our meetings... a few homemade madeleines were left at our house. Was it Léa who made those madeleines? Now I'm forgetting.
My point is that the next morning, casually, I grabbed a madeleine from a Tupperware container while holding in my other hand a mug of coffee. Without thinking about it, I dipped the madeleine (fuller-bodied that the store-bought kind, you may recall) into my coffee and took a bite.
I should mention here that I am not a big dipper of things into coffee or tea. I generally don't get it. Cookies or even biscotti just seem to me to get soggy, or worse, leave crumbs floating around.
But this madeleine. It was as if a madeleine is designed perfectly for dipping -- is it? It soaked up the coffee without losing any of its firmness. It added a kind of nutty, vanilla flavor. It was incredible. You have to try it, I'm serious. I am not a foodie at all. I tend to make fun of Renée or friends when they spend too much time talking about tastes. And yet after dipping this homemade madeleine I feel that I understand Proust better.
Léa, if it was you, will you promise to make those madeleines again for us sometime? We can have a tea and coffee and madeleine evening.