No, it’s not a club where women get together to indulge in chocolate croissants (although that does sound appealing every so often).
The Chocolate Croissant Club is the name of the cooking group, Melody Note, the reluctant sleuth, is a part of in the new cozy mystery novel, A Cookbook Thief at Christmas.
“Truth is stranger than fiction,” were the wise words from Carol, one of my writing mentors.
And it’s so true. I got the name ‘Chocolate Croissant Club’ from a cooking club I was a part of. There were 5 of us: Angel, Amy, Krislyn, Karen and me. We decided to get together once a month to make a meal and dessert together. We all enjoyed cooking and wanted to expand our repertoire. There are so many baking things that seem intimidating. Like chocolate croissants. Who wants to bake chocolate croissants all by ourselves when we could do it together?
So we got together, muddled over multiple cookbooks and finally decided on a recipe. Krislyn was the deciding vote. After carefully studying the books she said we should go with Julia Child in her classic book, Baking with Julia, based on the PBS series of the same name.
We rolled up our sleeves and set to work. We mixed dough. And we added butter.
Then we read the directions out loud and added more ingredients. And more butter.
Then we froze the dough. And added more butter.
We sat and watched a movie (I totally forget which one but I think it was a Jane Austen movie). If you’ve never made chocolate croissants before (and I can hardly speak on the subject since I’ve only made them the one time), you have to fold the dough, then freeze it. Add butter. More folding. More freezing.
Then you add the chocolate in the middle.
It was midnight.
We started at 6:00 pm and by the time the croissants were done freezing and buttering, it was midnight.
We looked at our beautiful mounds of cold pastry and we smiled, bleary eyed.
“Maybe we should take them home and bake them in the morning,” someone suggested.
Good idea. Especially since they would require at least twenty five minutes of baking time. I wrapped them up and we said good bye and hugged and went our separate ways.
The next morning we all baked our chocolate croissants and texted pictures of the chocolate filled pastries to one another as we oohed and ahhed virtually to one another.
That was the first of many cooking groups. And while each gathering was fun, that first one with the hours of prep stands out the most memorable. The night of the chocolate croissants, it was a christening of sorts, the mark not only of making a classic pastry but the mark of a special friendship that would deepen and stretch over the coming months.