European Cookiegasm

When David and I were on our cruise, the ship hosted a European pastry bar every afternoon from 3:00-5:00pm. We would go down, drink coffee, play cards, listen to a piano player and eat these amazing cookies. I wouldn't touch any other pastry on the bar except for these small hamburger like cookies that melted in your mouth. Thoughts of these tasty morsels made me get up from my post lunch food coma and drag myself down every afternoon. I would be eating my 5 course meal at night, and only be thinking about how long it would be before I would be eating these cookies again. Alas, the cruise was over, and I never found out what they were called. Until, mais oui, I was staying chez Paris in Las Vegas and the pastry shop in the hotel carried them. How giddy was I? Tres giddy! And as if I wasn't losing enough $$$ at the BJ table, I had to go spend $25 *gulp*, yes, $25 for this box of cookies. I suspect that they cost so much because they came directly from this cafe Lenotre in Paris. The plane ride alone for those sweets was probably $20, not including the peanuts. It was so worth it!