And another Iftar treat: petite madeleines. I was swapping emails with my friend Lynette and two separate conversations, one about Ramadan and one about Proust, merged into petite madeleines for Iftar (it makes sense if you think about it). Lynette and I met in Beijing over ten years ago, probably talked for a grand total of around a half-hour, and have carried on a running email dialogue ever since. Such is life in the 21st century. She's another one of my non-Muslim friends who so kindly thought of me during Ramadan.
They arrived the other day and are quite delicious.
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