Of course I could not pass up the opportunity to share a comment about this absolutely divine dessert called a Tropezienne. It is a specialty of Provence, and more specifically, St. Tropez. Some friends visited the other day and they brought us an entire cake. Dave and I ate it over the next two days, literally fighting over the last bite.
The Tropézienne was brought over to France by a Polish baker named Alexandre Micka living in St. Tropez. In 1955 he was hired to cater for a film crew working on a movie starring a group of unknown actors. Each day the baker was requested to make even more of his very popular "tarte". One of the people working in the film, a 21-year old unknown actress, suggested to the baker that he name the tarte, “la tarte Tropézienne, and the name was born.”
That actress turned out to be Bridgitte Bardot, who any French person will tell you is next to the Virgin Mary for greatness. I don’t even know who this woman is, and I think she’s almost 80 years old, but French people talk about her like she’s the newest diva in Hollywood. I don’t get it.
But what I DO get is that this cake is worth fighting for. I got the last bite. Dave ate cheese instead.