Sometimes you let life get in the way of the things you would like to do more often.
One of these things, for me, is a visit to French Fantasies (15 Toorak Road, South Yarra).
A few years ago, my office was a mere 10-minute walk away from French Fantasies. I'd finish up work, and every now and then, on my way home, I'd pop by French Fantasies for a little piece of my own French fantasy... usually - alright, pretty much always - a blissful slice of their baked cheesecake.
My office has since relocated, and along with it, my rituals changed. I now take the tram home instead of walking. I look wistfully at their shopfront as the tram trundles by, my desire to just get home as quickly as possible after a long day flicking aside that little glimmer of yearning in my heart.
Like an old flame re-ignited, however, I've recently started to make time for French Fantasies again.
Like an old flame, there are still new things to discover.
A few weeks ago I bought a takeaway pie for lunch... a lamb and vegetable pie. I've never tried their pies, and I wasn't expecting much. It had a blushing, golden appearance, but so do most pies. When I dug into it, however, it became clear that this was not the typical takeaway pie. The crust was light and flaky. The filling was a slow-cooked lamb stew, strewn with homely chunks of carrots. onions, and the crimson hue of disintegrated tomatoes. This is a pie made with love.
|Lamb and vegetable pie from French Fantasies.|
Like an old flame, there are old memories to re-discover, too.
A few days ago I brought home a slice of my old friend, the baked cheesecake.
Soft and creamy. Dense with the taste of milk fat that slowly melts in the mouth. Just like I remember.
|Baked cheesecake from French Fantasies.|
French Fantasies doesn't always live up to their promise, however. Their chicken curry pie, while pleasant enough, lacked the sigh-worthy charm of the lamb one I had. And I will always, always remember how deliriously divine my first French Fantasies cheese twist was - an explosion of ethereal, gooey warmth - but subsequent purchases have fallen short, a pale shadow of their predecessor. Perhaps I need to be there at the right time - when those babies are still fresh from the oven.
Nevertheless, these recent visits have reminded me again of my appreciation for French Fantasies. I'm planning to try their beef bourguignon pie next, and the tarte au citron.
And I won't let life get in the way.