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French Meringues! Yummmmeeeeee!

Obviously Bigger is Better - Especially in Meringues! Perched casually atop the pastry case in a tiny little town in Northern France last week. . .


I found these huge meringues - they are about 3 inches tall and 9 or so inches long - all lucious. They were displayed casually in a boulangerie. My co-worker and I had a bit of time to shop before our rail to Paris and luckily, it was before the shops closed at 7pm. We waited patiently with a line of locals picking up their evening bread. They make it fresh for this after evening crowd. Every thing is very civilized and rather slow by our standards. And I will still eat the tiny store version of meringues that I buy at Target...but really... how will they ever compare?
Boulangerie = a bakery shop that specializes in in breads & rolls. Can you imagine how good the pastry was? No picture to share - I gobbled it as I strolled through just like the locals.
Except, let's face it - this middle aged American looks like anything but a local in France! Au revoir!

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Comments

Gypsy Brocante said…
Looks delish!! So light and fluffy ... I could eat about ten ; )
Thank you for the trip to the bakery this am and sharing with Voila!
xo
Jill
LiBBy said…
I'm dying here. Did you bring any back?????
Yum! I love France and have many fond memories of time spent there. You're a lucky girl! Thanks for sharing. I'm your linky neighbor at WW. Hope you can stop by and say 'hi'.
~Lynn

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