Making Savarins

On the surface of it a savarin is a rather restrained affair. A non-threatening fruit dessert that might be served after a decadent ladies’ lunch. A pastry that a fitness buff can take from a buffet table and still hold his head up high.
Let me tell you, that dude will be on the rowing machine all afternoon working one of these off. Because under the hood a savarin is an indulgence machine: a buttery brioche loop soaked in aromatic syrup and filled with Chantilly cream. The fruit? It’s sort of like the glow-in-the-dark lure of an anglerfish, enticing the dieter to his doom.
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