I must admit that I don't cook much anymore. You probably wouldn't want my recipes anyway. I do make great collard greens, though. But that, once again, is another blog. So instead, I thought I would share with you one of the things that the French do so well and we can't copy no matter how we try...pastries. This is my favorite French pastry...a religieuse, which also means "nun." I never have figured that one out. It is a puff pastry with the most delicious custard filling inside. There's even custard inside the little topknot. I like the ones that are coffee flavored. You have to eat them a certain way by my rules. You must take the little topknot off and eat it in one bite and then you can start on the rest in ordinary fashion. You will think you have died and gone to heaven! Maybe that's why they call it "religieuse."
Anyway, years ago when my nephews were small, I kept them for a week while my sister and her husband went to France. I only made one request of my sister...buy a religieuse and before eating the topknot in one bite say..."This is for Deborah." That's what my family calls me. That gave me great pleasure...thinking of my sister eating that little topknot for me. When they got home and came to pick up the boys, she had a white box in her hand and said..."This is for Deborah." Inside were four...count them...four religieuses! I cried. I am crying now. My wonderful sister had bought them that morning and held them on her lap all the way from Paris. I put them in the refrigerator and made myself wait one hour between bites. It's one of the best presents I've ever had!
Happy Birthday! Thanks for all these years of being my wonderful sister! I love you....Deborah