On those rare occasions when I’m ill, the only place I want to be is at home, tucked up in bed with a hot water bottle. However, during my most recent weekend in Paris, I found myself sick with the flu for the first time in years. Coughing, wheezing and generally feeling like rubbish, I wanted nothing more than the curl up in bed with a hot water bottle and feel sorry for myself, but we don’t do that in Paris. With the view that a little luxury might be good for the flu, off I went to the Four Seasons.
Being very well looked after, a healthy lemon and ginger tea was recommended to help keep my pesky cough at bay. Sipping it slowly and desperately trying to avoid to dessert cart, I forgot all about my sore throat and spending my life savings on tissues and let the tea work its magic. Feeling a little better, I gave into my girlie urges and opted for the prettiest pastry available: an éclair. But this was no normal éclair, if such a thing exists, it was an eggnog éclair. Innovative, non?
Eggnog is a decidedly North American affair rarely seen on my wee island or Europe in general. I don’t know why but I have an irrational fear of eggs – the texture, the taste, the look, the concept etc so anything with ‘egg’ in the title usually scares me off. But this is the Four Seasons and from past experience I know not to turn down dessert. A little bravery was called for and now I’m left wondering where to get one in London. I don’t miss living in Paris. I do miss pastries at the Four Seasons. Something tells me this year will involve many more weekend jaunts to Paris and even more desserts.