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Sunday, November 10, 2013

The Chronicles of Creams

Dear god, make me a miracle cake, so I can fly far, far away from here.
Dear god, make me a miracle cake, so I can fly far, far away from here...

On a late fall Saturday early evening, I walked east on Central Park South, taking in the regal park on one side and the stately buildings on the other.  It was a crisply chilly evening, but in a refreshing, exciting way.  Winter is coming, the thought of the holidays is coating itself to consciousness, and the magic of jesus and snow tantalizes.

To Lady M I headed, a boutique bakery which now has three locations in New York.  This shop is a cream lovers' haven, a refuge for those who seek solace in cream, a temple of luscious whipped clouds of dairy.  I went for their pumpkin "nuage," some sort of creamy pumpkin pie-like dessert.  It was sold out, so I was forced to have a vanilla mille crepe cake.  What is such a thing?

It's a jewel of a cake - I hesitate to call it a cake for it is so heavenly it deserves to be in a category all its own, it deserves to be beyond categories - consisting of layers of the most luscious, decadent, perfectly calibrated cream, alternating with layers of the most delicate, tender pastry.  It's like a thousand kisses from god, a thousand whispers from kangaroo angels.  The pastry provides a subtle, supple contrast to the cream, yet the pastry is so thin and expertly concocted, it's as if the pastry is itself a cream! It is truly a cream dessert for the ages.

I am speechless.

Lady M
Multiple locations/The Plaza Food Hall
New York