We were in New York, and I couldn't help myself, since I had the financier in my mouth.
Before you think I have some sort of Wall Street Banker fetish, you should know something: a financier, as it turns out is a small sort of french cake.
I didn't know either!
Missy and I tried them when my aunt took us out for brunch yesterday at the Brasserie, a lovely and fairly snooty french restaurant in Manhattan.
When I saw them on the menu they struck me so funny, I had to order them.
They were delicious. I'll maybe have to lick a realtor next.