This Little Piggy Went to Market
And, oh, she saw many wonderful things!
But a question arose, or many…
Why, she said, is the sky?
Why do these piggies swim with crocodiles?
That just seems like a very dangerous thing for a little pig to do.
And why, why, why, don’t we have marzipan in the U.S. like this?
It’s so cute, it’s so fun, and it tastes so much better–and is better for you, admit–than the average cake decorations that are prevalent here.
Some of you think that I am exclusively obsessed with chocolate, but that is only partially true. That is, I AM obsessed with chocolate to what should be the exclusion of all else, but my ability to be an obsessed gourmande is so large, that I manage to make room for other things, too.
I discovered marzipan in Spain, the famous mazapán de Toledo, and if I could have one of those luscious famous Toledo mazapán right now, I would be very happy. Until I finished it. Then I would wish that I had wished for a whole plateful of mazapán just like this.
I love Spain, I have to say. Every single memory I have of that country is vivid and rich. I often try to talk Sébastien into us moving there.
But meanwhile, the Cours Saleya marzipan is a plethora of shapes and fun.
(Note: A discreet and kind reader–thanks, Becky!–drew my attention to my repeated misspelling of the Cours Saleya, which I spelled Selaya in previous now corrected posts. She did this by the gentle and approved pedagogical method of demonstrating the correct form and hoping I would notice. So. Saleya. I once came in 5th in the state spelling bee, which was a great disappointment to me, because I wanted to win that trip to Washington DC and the national spelling bee. NOW I wonder: WHAT HAPPENED to the brain cells I had when I was 11? I can’t spell anything anymore.)