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My mother was a great cook. My father loved to eat.
I am the Man from Pawtucket and this is my story. Here you will find a collection of observations, from Central Falls to Central Park, from Pawtucket to Paris, about Eating Well. Bon Appetit.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Baker, the Candlestick Maker.

I had been staying in the 7eme arrondissement for quite a while but it wasn’t until I visited again with my two brothers that I discovered Boulangerie Poujauran on rue Jean-Nicot. Even though Jean-Luc Poujauran sold his bakery to pâtisserie Stéphane Secco a few years ago, it is absolutely worth a visit for great breads and pâtisserie. I usually buy one or two small sandwiches made on fresh-out-the-oven, very chewy baguette to bring on the plane to help cushion the blow of airline cuisine. My brother also loves the canelé, a specialty of the Bordeaux region with a soft and tender custard center and a dark, thick caramelized crust. He thinks it tastes like bees wax. I guess its when the Baker meets the Candlestick maker.

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