“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. And soon, mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place…at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory…”

—Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, Volume 1: Swann’s Way.

Pear and Walnut Streusel Cake


Tiramisu Semifreddo 

 Chocolate Orange Loaf Cake

 Hazelnut and Chocolate Torte with Frangelico Cream

 Ricotta Tart with a Chocolate Crust

 White Chocolate Cheesecake with Raspberries

 Orange and Almond Friand (gluten free)