Greetings, and welcome to Chocofasucre!

As is typical of most people these days, I have decided to share my obsession with the rest of the unsuspecting internet surfers of the world. The fact that you are here adds fuel to the fire (or heat to the oven), and your reward will be to witness the sweet combination of all things chocolat (chocolate), farine (flour), and sucre (sugar).

The title, as you may have noticed, is French, indicative both of my pretentious need to express my "Frenchiness" and my association, however loose, with the culture. I spent a year living and studying in Paris, and, as such, became completely obsessed with all things baking and all things food. Imagine the sweet pleasantries of strolling the streets of this old city early in the morning, the cold mist nipping your nose. Like a wraith in the dim light, a subtle scent reaches that nose long before the light under a rickety door comes to your sight.
That smell is dangerous; it will ensnare and seduce you. It is but one beautiful dance occurring behind that closed door, one perfect balance of magic and love that plays out in that wonderful place where the oven is always hot and the apron always covered in flour.

Sugar and butter baking together, mixed with the magic of flour.

Do you smell the rustic, sensual scent of melted chocolate? Perhaps the citrus tinge of lemon mousse? The promised taste of marzipan?

Have you ever let your tongue be burned by a piping hot piece of bread, fresh from the oven, your hands trembling because you simply cannot wait?

Yes, this was my life for one year. Nostalgia is terrible.

Which is why, amongst other things, I began this blog, in the hopes that, in sharing my baking adventures and misadventures with anyone who reads this, I can share a bit of that Parisian magic that I will never forget.

As Julia Child would say, Bon appétit!

And, as the Chairman of Iron Chef America would literally screech, A la cuisine!