Craving a Croissant in St. Louis
Yesterday morning I had a hankering for a good croissant – you know the kind I mean – the buttery, soft, crisp, flaky, salty, melt-in-your-mouth kind that you find in Paris. The type where (if you are not careful) the layers of crispness shatter in your hands leaving crumbs all over your shirt! But here I was in St Louis where, notwithstanding having been part of the Louisiana Purchase, the French influence is hard to find. What to do? Well,…