Earlier this year I had the absolute pleasure and privilege of travelling to Paris with my mom and daughter. It was a trip of a lifetime full of many good times and good eats. One morning not long after breakfast we were out strolling the streets. Josilin declared she was hungry while I rolled my eyes and stated that she couldn’t possibly be already. We found a small bakery and Jos selected a Speculoos Éclair for her mid morning snack. I had not tried Speculoos before, but I knew from reading enough food magazines and blogs that this was a flavour not to be missed. As I had already been an eye-rolling mom, I couldn’t in good conscience buy one for myself. I asked Josilin for a small bite, “just to taste it” and immediately regretted I had not seized that opportunity and had one myself. I thought we might end up with a three generation fist fight over the last bite of that éclair. The memory of Speculoos has been with me since.
