{"id":9566,"date":"2009-01-12T07:39:41","date_gmt":"2009-01-12T12:39:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/?p=9566"},"modified":"2013-02-24T12:43:26","modified_gmt":"2013-02-24T17:43:26","slug":"gaston-lentre-1920-2009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/2009\/01\/12\/gaston-lentre-1920-2009\/","title":{"rendered":"Gaston Len&#244;tre 1920-2009"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Reading of the death of French pastry genius Gaston Len&#244;tre <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2009\/01\/09\/dining\/09lenotre.html\" target=\"_blank\">in the pages of <i>The New York Times<\/i><\/a> brought me immediately back to mid-&#8217;70s Manhattan, when I first met the woman who was to become my wife and love was in bloom.  I need no madeleine to bring back my past; give me an inspired Len&#244;tre creation any day.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/GastonLeNotreChef.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/GastonLeNotreChef-219x300.jpg\" alt=\"GastonLeNotreChef\" width=\"219\" height=\"300\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-9570\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/GastonLeNotreChef-219x300.jpg 219w, https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/GastonLeNotreChef.jpg 340w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 219px) 100vw, 219px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The obituary refers to  Chateau France, an 80-seat restaurant and p&#226;tisserie, which he opened on East 59th Street in April 1974, the same month Irene began work at Marvel Comics, and two months before my start date.  I don&#8217;t remember ever eating in the restaurant, but the p&#226;tisserie, which in my memory was simply called Len&#244;tre&#8217;s, was immediately next to the restaurant, and once Irene and I discovered each other it became somewhat of a hangout for us.<\/p>\n<p>I can close my eyes and remember specific pastries, Irene and I holding hands across the table as we ate.  There was a swan encased in spun-sugar. A large orange filled with cream.   Irene and I would walk there during our lunch hours, or after work,  and enjoy Len&#244;tre&#8217;s amazing confections, and our budding relationship.   Len&#244;tre was a culinary god, and his pastries were so sensual that eating them was almost  a form of foreplay.<\/p>\n<p>Len&#244;tre apprentice Michel Richards is quoted as saying about the restaurant,  \u201cIt closed a year later. Americans weren&#8217;t ready for his pastries.&#8221;  Irene and I surely were.  You may remember what music was playing when you fell in love.  I remember what I was eating.  And often, what I was eating was the brainchild of Gaston Len&#244;tre.<\/p>\n<p>Continued Richard, \u201cWhen you&#8217;ve been at Len&#244;tre, it&#8217;s like a drug. You&#8217;ve been injected with his recipes that you have to carry your whole life.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>I have.  I do.  And almost 35 years later, I&#8217;m still high.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reading of the death of French pastry genius Gaston Len&#244;tre in the pages of The New York Times brought me immediately back to mid-&#8217;70s Manhattan, when I first met the woman who was to become my wife and love was in bloom. I need no madeleine to bring back my past; give me an inspired [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[49,73,85],"class_list":["post-9566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-food","tag-irene-vartanoff","tag-obituaries"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9566","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9566"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9566\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.scottedelman.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}