Le millefeuille

Ken brought home a couple of these tasty pastries from his shopping trip yesterday. It's a millefeuille (a thousand layers), made of flaky pastry and pastry cream. When I lived in Paris, the millefeuille quickly became my favorite pastry. I don't eat many of them these days, but once in a while it hits the spot.

Artfully blurred (oops) photo of one of yesterday's millefeuilles. We call them Napoleons in English.

We're expecting a delivery of fire wood this morning, en principe. Ken ran into one of our neighbors and asked if he knew someone who would deliver wood. And he did. The guy we had been buying from said it wasn't worth it to him to deliver the quantity we wanted (about half what we usually buy) so far from his place. Great. I can't deal with stacking four stères (four cubic meters) of wood right now, given the dog situation and the fact that we're trying to keep things clear for the deck contractor's work.

The guy who's coming today said he had 1.5 stères available and we said okay. That could last us almost through the rest of the season, depending on the weather. I've burned all of the birch that I cut up in the fall. It wasn't that much to begin with. There's still a lot to cut up, so I need to get it together to do it.