Odette

With an involuntary memory, on each birthday, thoughts wander back to the long preparations of the dough, between emotional connections of long-awaited encounters and aromas jealously guarded in the maternal grandmother's cupboards, merged for a moment in a generous moment of sublime temperature, hugs, and powerful rediscovered happiness. In the heart of the Latin Quarter, Odette.

A name that already combines the best of vacations, a breach in the concessions of irresponsible domestic childhood and more compromising caloric escapes: vanilla blossoming round and sweet with the barely perceived almond, dissolved in traditional hot milk, purified of any acidic and bitter presence by the sweet note of icing sugar.

My favorite pastry, the ideal synthesis of the most reassuring and festive Sicilian memories, of escapades in Spain and university years, all in a wonderful tasting experience.