“She sent out for one of those short, plump little cakes called 'petites madeleines', which look as though they had been moulded in the fluted scallop of a pilgrim's shell....... An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses...”
That's how Marcel Proust described these delectable shell-shaped beauties. What he failed to mention was how incredibly addictive they are. I'm almost ashamed to admit that most of my madeleines don't survive their ‘cooling’ stage once they leave the oven.
