Name: Mousseline Ice Cream
Address: HaEshkol 6, Mahane Yehuda, Jerusalem
Last winter, your truly met up for a 10-day adventure in Paris. Between the picturesque neighborhoods, staying warm, and maxing out our museum passes, we made a point of stopping and tasting things everywhere we went-especially baked goods.
Unfamiliar tastes, aromas, and textures put us in seventh heaven. We especially fell in love with macaroons. To the extent that we thought to sue Manischewitz for mis-guiding generations of innocent Jewish children into thinking that a macaroon is a little unleavened lump of coconut shreddings. You may be wondering: Paris? Macaroons? Why are you wasting my time with non-Indian food blah blah? Be patient, reader(s).
This past week was crazy here in Jerusalem. Our good friend J was getting married and on Wednesday, we and M accompanied him as he looked for clothing for the wedding. We started at 3:30 and what felt like 175 years later, we'd gone through the Old City, downtown, and found ourselves in the shuk. It's unclear who was getting more impatient, us or J. Meanwhile, M had gone home. Being an ice cream fanatic, J beelined to Mousseline. After a round of scrumptious ice cream (grapefruit-basil, who would have thought?!?!), we went for round #2: macaroons.
We chose three: masala, vanilla, and saffron. Thus, this becomes blog worthy. We ate the masala one first, savoring each morsel. It was spiced nicely, not too strong and the almonds were not overwhelming. We drank some water to cleanse our palettes (isn't that what sorbet is for?) and moved onto the vanilla. R was more impressed than D, the almond was a little too strong, but the real vanilla flavoring was clearly there. Lastly, the saffron macaroon. D took the first bite. At first, nothing. Then, a few seconds later, WOW. There are not words to describe this cookie. It tasted like a flower, like a day full of sunshine, like a million dollars, like an exploding comet or imploding star. WOW. D could barely contain herself and waved her hands, R's eyes lit up. J failed to fully appreciate the flavor, oh well.
The next day, D and M returned to the market and sat down in Mousseline. M ordered 3 macaroons: raspberry, passion fruit and masala. She enjoyed them all. D found the passion fruit right on, while the raspberry was a little weak. Overall: Yum. We're always happy to re-live some Paris fun, and always thrilled for bloggable food adventures.
