Jin Patisserie Macarons in California are better than La Durée’s in Paris
Call me crazy but I’ve been craving French things while here in California. I’d heard about a place in Venice that has to-die-for macarons, and I LOOOVE macarons – So, today we absolutely had to go sample them at Jin Patisserie, a pastry boutique with a relaxing, sun-kissed, Zen-like tea garden hidden behind a protective concrete wall, seemingly miles away from the hustle and bustle of city life. We arrived during lunch time so we started with some yummy sandwiches and salads, then a melt-in-your mouth dessert, which was a orange cream filled chocolate mousse sitting atop a thin layer of chocolate cake. The dessert was delicately dusted on the outside with powdered chocolate. It was exquisite. The coffee was delish and not like the icky coffee from the omnipresent coffee house chains that we hate.
Soooooooo… The Macarons at Jin Patisserie? One word: OMG. Ok, that’s like an abbreviation of three words mais bon. There is no denying that these are some of the best I’ve ever had. We got the box of 8 macarons in the following flavors: Pistachio, Mango, Sesame Seed, Matcha, Caramel, Berry, Lavender and Mocha. They were perfect.
I’m going to venture to say that I like these even better than the macarons at La Durée in Paris, which are considered THE BEST or at least among the best in France. I’m not kidding, Jin’s are better. And La Durée was my favorite place for macarons…previously.
I know! I can hardly believe it myself.
1202 Abbot Kinney Boulevard
Venice, California 90291
Website: Jin Patisserie
If You’re Sick DON’T Get on a Plane
Dear Sick Woman on an Air France flight from Paris to L.A.:
I hate you. You freaking whore. You’re an inconsiderate biatch. A thousands curses to you over and over again for the rest of your life.
Because you were ill yet decided
to go out into the world to spread your vile germs to take the same flight as me, you, as a result, spread your illness and got me and my sweetie extremely sick. I’m sure a majority of the people on that flight got ill. Because of YOU! Don’t deny it. I know it was you. I heard you sneezing and coughing on the shuttle from the terminal to the plane, then later on the flight. A day after we landed in the U.S., we started to feel terrible and it was downhill from there for a few days after that. You see, because of you, my short trip to the U.S. has been ruined.
Did anyone ever teach you to COVER YOUR MOUTH when you sneeze and cough? Apparently, no. Perhaps that would’ve been futile in an airplane with recirculating air. Who knows – but you shouldn’t have been there in the first place! Really, did you HAVE to get on that plane? Maybe you could have worn a mask or something. You know, like in Asia.
Even though I don’t know you at all, I can say with honesty the very opposite phrase once sung long, long ago by David Cassidy from the Partridge Family – and that is: I think I hate you. Being ill has meant that I could not spend as much time visiting my family as I wanted. Why? Because unlike you, I didn’t want to spread my germs, so I stayed in bed until I got better. If you had done the same and stayed at home in bed until you got well, no one in that plane would’ve gotten sick. And neither would the people that got in contact with those on the plane, etc. I wonder just how many people you infected? Hundreds? Thousands?
That was so evil and inconsiderate of you. You
made make me sick.
May you burn in hell forever and ever and ever and ever,
E-books for disabled people in France: A digital librarian’s report
“…How can you read a paper book if you’re quadriplegic and can’t use your hands? And what if your only way of communicating is through blinking?
People with those and other disabilities, including visual impairments, are of special interest to us here at the Landowski Boulogne-Billancourt (Hauts-de-Seine, France) in the western suburbs of Paris… Since 2001, with our special users in mind, we have…”
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Friday France Photo: Cows Eat Grass!
A recent post on the Gristmill blog that recounted a conversation with a butcher reminded me that way too many people simply…have no idea. I might have to shamefully admit here that if I didn’t live in Burgundy, I would have no idea as well. Let me explain. The U.S. based blogger (Julia Olmstead) asked a butcher for grass-fed beef and he replied, ” I don’t think you could feed grass to cows…because they need vitamins and minerals and stuff.”
This brought me back to a conversation I had with my brother just a few months ago in California. He’s an avid foodie and loves to cook. We were talking about beef and I’d mentioned that Burgundy is very well-known for their Charolais beef. When you’re in our area, you can’t miss the white cows grazing on the verdant hills all around.
He said he’d come across some beef from northern California that was exceptional. “Why is it so good?” I asked. He said, “they feed it….GRASS.” And he said “grass,” I swear, like it was some sort of contraband, revolutionary forbidden feed.
“You mean weed?!” I stupidly asked. (but he said it as if it was illegal.)
“What?! No, silly. Grass, grass.” he said.
“Well. You know cows are SUPPOSED to eat grass and hay, right?” I said matter-of-factly.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess.”
The only reasons why industrial cows eat corn and “feed” is because it’s cheap and the cows get fatter quicker, so they reach slaughter months before a grass-fed cow will. Also, cows are crammed in warehouses or areas where there is no grass. Bottomline: the bottomline.
When cows are fed corn, soy and certain grains and feed (chicken manure, pig and fish proteins, bovine blood meal, pesticides), it usually results in a myriad of health problems for the cows. This is the reason why this kind of beef is pumped with anti-biotics: to keep the cow relatively healthy until slaughter time. Also, when cows are fed corn, e. coli outbreaks are more common.
Last Minute Deals and 50% off Trains
Voyages SNCF is having a promotion with very excellent prices including lowered prices on flights, hotels and 50% off trains in France.
Yes. Get your butt out of Paris and see the rest of France. You know who you are.
Check it out