I started writing in my notebook after I tasted a rhubarb tart in Alsace. It was my first trip to France, I had just arrived, I had just settled into my room in an old bakery that had been renovated into a guest house and maintained by a baker in a small town in Alsace. I was getting comfortable and excited. My wife and I ate the tart straight out of the pastry box from the pâtisserie and smiled silently for longer than the tart lasted.
