That’s the bakery where I bought my bread when I had my apartment in Paris.
La Maison Kayser.
Worth standing in line for.
And I did.
And would again.
And WILL again.
La Maison Kayser was just a few blocks from my apartment on Rue de la Bucherie (just down from Shakespeare & Co.). The perfect brisk walk in the late afternoon. I always went for a warm, fresh, crunchy baguette; right around 5 pm.
Pressing, pressing, pressing.
Pressure, pressure, pressure.
Neither had I.
I don’t think I can describe the taste for you… a little almondy, crispy edges, not too sweet, not crumbly like a raspberry muffin would be… it’s been 6 years since I enjoyed the taste but when I taste it again, I will know.
I have been googling recipes, desperate to re-create that moment. My baguettes have gotten very good over the last few years, macarons have become enough to satisfy any Ladurée craving I may have…
The financiers however are still a work in progress.
I tried some the other day and sat down, full of anticipation…. they were a bit of a disappointment.
So, calling all foodies…
this is an S.O.S.
I know I even have some Parisian readers.
I am desperate.
I need the perfect, Eric Kayser-esque financier recipe. I am going to keep making them ’til I find one I like. Please do share if you are familiar with Eric or if you have a recipe that might remind me of those wonderful days it Paris.
Just like the patience it took to perfect the macarons, It WILL be worth the wait and they will be shared it you the moment I have success!