Desserts, j'adore

Paris has inflicted me... with a sweet tooth. I remain decidedly plus salée que sucrée, and yet I spend most of my day at work dreaming of pains au chocolat (or the new IMPROVED torsades de chocolat), crème brulées, Pierre Hermé caramel beurre salé macarons, millefeuilles, moelleux au chocolat, 'cookies'... the list goes on and on. Frankly I don't know what has happened to me...I have been patisserie brain-washed, and it is brilliant.

On this particular evening, the wonderful B hosted some of us great Durham folk for a lovely dinner. This time, the Parisian patisseries let us down, shutting too early for the working bird to get to in time to purchase the after dinner treat. And so this creation was born from an arguably less-than-safe late-night (boozed) run by some of the party to the nearest alimentation générale in Barbès...white choc cadbury fingers completed the French culinary dream and after an additional red wine stain had been added to the table, the pudding was swiftly demolished, no looking back.