"Madeleines" smaker best nystekte, men kan også fryses.

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"I raised to my lips a spoonful of the cake . . . a shudder ran through my whole body and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place....

The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it...but...suddenly the memory appeared to me.
The taste was that of the little crumb of madeleine which on Sunday mornings, when I went to say good day to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of real or of lime-flower tea… And as soon as I had recognized the taste of the piece of madeleine soaked in the decoction of lime-blossom which my aunt used to give me, immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage set…and with the house the town….the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine…the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea.”

(Tekst fra romanverket "På sporet av den tapte tid" ("À la recherche du temps perdu") skrevet av Marcel Proust (1871-1922).)