The French have such a unique style for which I admire them very much. One of the images I would never want to miss is a French breakfast at Place d’Italie. A piece of baguette, some butter, jam, un petit café. People are walking by. I like those red awnings. The typical wicker chairs.
Having grown up close to France, I have always been fascinated by the “Flitt” (= Flûtes), as the Saarlanders say. In the last few weeks, I was looking for a recipe that comes closest to the French baguette. And since I’m so impatient, I didn’t want to spend many hours preparing it either. I discovered the recipe of the incredibly talented Aurélie Bastian and knew: I found it.
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