Croquembouche
By Jael McHenry
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Jael McHenry
Jael McHenry is a talented and enthusiastic amateur cook who writes about food and cooking. She is a monthly pop culture columnist and editor-in-chief of Intrepid Media, online a IntrepidMedia.com. Her work has appeared in publications such as the North American Review, Indiana Review, and the Graduate Review at American University, where she earned her MFA in Creative Writing. She lives in New York City.
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Croquembouche - Jael McHenry
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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The Kitchen Daughter
by Jael McHenry
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This fresh, sharp story has as many layers as a good pâte à choux.
—O, The Oprah Magazine
With recipes and long, delicious descriptions of ingredients, cooking, and delicacies, McHenry’s first novel is of definite appeal to foodies, yet the compelling characters and twisting mystery constitute a story many readers will devour.
—Booklist
A unique voice, richly drawn characters, and a dash of magic—all the right ingredients!
—Lisa Genova, New York Times bestseller of Still Alice and Left Neglected
"Add a pinch of magic, a dash of heartache, and a generous portion of lyrical beauty and you have The Kitchen Daughter, an enchanting tale of familial loss and quiet redemption––I loved it."
—Jamie Ford, New York Times bestselling author of Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet
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Croquembouche
The Kitchen Daughter excerpt
Croquembouche
Jael McHenry
I am not yet toffee.
I am still boiling sugar and butter and a splash of dark rum, but soon, I will be more. Plunged into ice water, I will take on a new form. Malleable. Soft in the center. I am a trio of ingredients fusing into a sharp, melded, coherent whole. I am a woman, becoming a sweet.
In late afternoon, I wake up alone in Ruben’s bed, on white sheets as crisp and light as sails. Without even trying, I find the smell immediately. Heavy with butter, rich with eggs. Brioche, most likely. After six months like this I can distinguish one baking pastry from another, sorting out the strength of the smell of butter, the amount of sugar, the presence or absence of yeast. Brioche is among his favorites, as are croissants. Ruben is a pastry chef at Le Renard Fou, and he makes his living creating masterworks from formless dough. In a way, this is what he’s done with me.
Six months ago I was a student from a small town, a girl with frizzy hair and ears like jug handles, without direction or purpose. I slept on a thirdhand futon, lived on bags of day-old bagels bought cheap, and let my cell phone get shut off to save money. All I ever used the phone for was to argue with my mother anyway. She didn’t see why I couldn’t just move back home, and I couldn’t make her see that it would make me a failure. But the truth was, I didn’t have any great reason to stay in Boston either. Not if I couldn’t make progress on my master’s thesis and do something to keep the grant money coming. So when I met Ruben and he lavished me with attention, not to mention gifts of clothing and spa appointments fit to transform a puffy and disheveled girl into a young woman as sleek and clean as a seal, it felt like I’d found the direction I needed. It was a reason to stay. And here I’ve stayed.
Ruben always sounds like an authority. Sometimes I know he is, like on cooking, both savory and sweet. He’d been working on the line for years before he went for his pastry certificate, in kitchens making everything from tapas to seafood to steak frites. If he’s not a true expert, he’s closer than most. But sometimes I know he’s not quite right about things, like when he says swallowing gum can kill you or women doctors can’t be trusted.
The night we met, I was lost, in all senses of the word. That afternoon I’d proposed three topics to my thesis advisor, three different aspects of comparative sociology I was eager to explore, and she’d shot them down one by one. Come back next week with better ideas, she’d said. But I had no better ideas; I had no other ideas at all. Instead I found myself at a nearby bar, and then another, and then another, and after midnight it started to snow, and on an unfamiliar street somewhere in the North End I looked in through a window to see flickering candlelight on white tablecloths, and I went inside. They wouldn’t serve me, and I forgot to ask where I was, so I went outside to the dark, cold street again and began to cry. Ruben found me there. He was wearing a heavy wool coat and carrying a bag of pain au chocolat still warm from the oven. It seemed, then, like a miracle.
I leave the muddled half-light of the bedroom and follow my nose toward the kitchen, winding down the spiral staircase to the open main floor