We got our daughter started on caffeine rather early. She’d had her first sip of coffee before she could walk or talk and by the time she was a toddler she could fairly murder a cup of milky decaf. Now that she’s an adult — or, at 18, adultish — she’s sensibly given up coffee in favor of tea. Either way, however, she likes a little smackerel of something to nibble while sipping her warming beverage. We introduced her to madeleines at about the same time we introduced her to coffee. These shell-shaped French cakelets, enjoyed as an accompaniment to coffee since the 1700s, were always available in whatever coffee shop we happened to be patronizing. They were the perfect not-too-sweet treat to hold in her teeny hands, and it would keep her occupied for about half an hour as she gnawed it down to a damp, sticky nubbin.
Even when we were no longer using madeleines to gain a half-hour of uninterrupted conversation, we continued to enjoy them with our coffee and tea. I had assumed they were the result of an impossible-to-learn secret French recipe known only to a few elite bakers, but then I bought a box of confectioner’s sugar and there, on the side, was a recipe for madeleines a l’orange. They seemed no more difficult than mixing muffins. All I needed was a madeleine pan.
I’d never purchased any kind of specialized kitchen equipment before. All my bakeware is a hodgepodge of items formerly owned by my mother and grandmothers. It seemed somewhat extravagant to buy something that could only be used for one purpose. In this spirit of daring — and perhaps because we knew we’d all get to share in the rewards of the purchase — we made a family outing of the occasion. We went to a boutique kitchen store in Portland, found the madeleine pan and spent the rest of the day happily browsing in shops.
When we got home, I whipped up a batch of madeleines and was a little shocked to discover that nothing could be easier. I just followed the directions and out popped a dozen golden shells, complete with the distinctive hump that’s the signature characteristic of a properly baked madeleine. I was far more astonished, however, by the difference between a cold, hard coffee shop madeleine and a soft, warm madeleine straight from the oven, sprinkled with powdered sugar.