Le Crookie 🥐🍪
It was 3 February when the queues started forming at Boulangerie Louvard in Paris. Even in the sort of downpour that usually empties streets, clued-up teenagers gathered outside the family-run bakery in the 9th arrondissement, desperate to get their hands on one thing: its owner Stéphane Louvard’s invention, le crookie.
It’s a crisp croissant filled with American-style cookie dough, then baked to achieve a soft, gooey centre, and a video of the Frankensteined pastry had gone viral on TikTok.
Arriving a decade after the New York-based French pastry chef Dominique Ansel revealed the recipe for his cronut, the crookie is the latest in a long line of hybrid croissant offerings to cause international fervour. “We were very surprised,” says Louvard, who now sells up to 2,200 crookies per day. “We had to hire two additional people to be able to produce the necessary quantities. It was a little stressful.”
Bakeries across Paris have now started selling them. “My local is doing it, even though it’s not very trendy at all,” says Houssine Bouchama, director of Time Out Paris. Meanwhile, from Singapore to Toronto, copycats are making their own versions. Cookie Crumble, a micro-bakery in London, has been getting orders from across the country. Rhiain Gordon, founder of Babyfaced Baker in Edinburgh tells me it’s “unusual to see any left by 10am”.
To say that cross-bred takes on classic breakfast pastries have captured public imagination is an understatement. In 2013, when Ansel first brought the cronut, with its glazed doughnut outside and flaky pastry inside, to New York, they sold out so quickly that a black market arose on advertising website Craigslist. By the time it landed in the UK in 2016, it was with so much fanfare that Londoners skipped work to try it.
A muffin-croissant hybrid, the cruffin, was next, causing such a stir at Mr. Holmes Bakehouse in San Francisco that in 2015 the recipe was reportedly stolen. Then came the croloaf (croissant dough baked in a bread tin, debuted by M&S in 2016). There have been tacros (pulled pork filled taco-shaped croissants created by San Francisco’s Vive La Tarte) and cretzels (salted pretzels made with croissant dough, by Seattle’s Coyle’s Bakeshop).
Since the global launch of TikTok in 2017, the appetite for these hybrid snacks has accelerated. In 2022, the suprême – a spiral of croissant dough stuffed with the pastry creme-filling of an Italian bomboloni doughnut – became a global sensation. Next came the croffle; croissant dough pressed in a waffle machine, popularised in South Korea by cafe chain Aufglet.
What is it about hybrid croissants that have captured global public imagination for so long? Meg Palmer, a research manager at market research agency Verve, thinks it’s because “there’s something about the merging that makes it more permissible to be indulgent”.
Pastries are also perfect for TikTok, she explains, because they look and sound great. “[In videos of] the crookie you see hands breaking through the croissant. You hear that initial crunch, and you see whether it’s got filling if it oozes out. It’s very sensorial.”
She ties the constant invention of hybrids to small businesses trying to stand out on social media. “They’re always thinking ‘what can be our hook?’ People do latch on to these trends, and they don’t just want a flat white and a croissant any more.”
Bouchama has seen the impact of this in Paris. “There’s an Americanisation of French patisserie going on; the desire to reach an international audience on TikTok,” he says.
Bakery Philippe Conticini in Islington is London’s main purveyor of novelty croissants. The chain launched in London in 2020 with classic French patisserie, but found it hard to survive.
“We’ve found we have to be creative all the time and follow the trends,” says Ludovic Carassi Del Villar, operations manager. The shop soft-launched its £5.90 crookie last week and is already getting calls demanding more.
Back in Paris, TikTokers are already moving on, says Bouchama: “Some bakeries are now experimenting with the pain au chocolat-brownie.”
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Housewife
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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader
WARNING: Suggestion of Smut
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Third Person P.O.V:
Y/n sat in the apartment she shared with her longtime girlfriend, Hermione. It was late into the afternoon, the sun was setting in the window as Y/n flipped through today's newspaper.
She was waiting for her lover to return home from work. The worst part of the day in her mind.
Y/n hated that they both got off work a different times, usually Hermione being the one to almost stay into the night most days.
Yet, she didn't blame her.
Being a Professor at Hogwarts was hard work, and her girlfriend had always been an organized overachiever.
One of her friends had asked is she thought Hermione had been sneaking around on her, which caused Y/n to laugh.
Hermione had no time to be sneaking around, and when she did, she was always snuggled up in bed with her.
"Where is that girl?" Y/n whined softly as she put the paper on the table and stood up.
Y/n thought a moment on what to do.
Cook dinner?
Watch a movie?
Read a book?
Then she got an idea.
Walking to their bedroom, she wasn't surprised to find old man Crookshanks taking a nap on their bed.
He meowed softly at her arrival into the room, earning himself a kiss on the head and pet down his body as Y/n walked past him.
"Now, where is that list..." Y/n muttered as she scanned the bulletin board above Hermione's desk.
Her girlfriend had a list of all the books she had her eye on in the Diagonally Bookstore, which was a lot.
Thankfully, Y/n had saved more than enough this month in her own bank account, and was happy to spend it on her favorite person.
They're that couple that has their own bank accounts, but shares one as well.
Which means, secret gifts!
"Ah! There it is!" Y/n says as she spots the paper pinned in the corner, carefully taking it down, she smiled at the contents on it.
A few books she heard about, and some she had no idea, but Hermione has always enjoyed the barley known ones.
"Crook, I'm headed out. I'll be back in an hour or so!" Y/n says as she walked past him again, giving a scratch behind his ears as she went by.
She stopped in the middle of the living room, and looked around for a pen an paper.
In case Hermione came home while she was gone, she had better leave a note.
She doesn't need her worrywart girlfriend stressing over her unusual absence.
Quickly, she wrote down that she had gone on an errand and would be back soon. She left it somewhere it would be found, and soon found herself out the door.
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Hermione did end up arriving home twenty minutes later, very surprised to find it unusually quiet.
"My love? Are you here?" She calls out, but only heard the happy meows of her cat she he ran to her.
"Hi Crooky" Hermione giggled as she bent down and picked him up into her arms. She easily kicked off her heels and walked into the living.
"Where is your other mother?" She asks the cat, but he just continues to purr happily.
On the coffee table, did she spy a folded up paper that had the words 'Read Me'. Hermione took a seat on the couch and placed Crookshanks beside her, much to his dismay.
When she opened the letter and read the contents inside, she let an unhappy sigh leave her lips.
She didn't like not being places with her Y/n, even at work. Sometimes she regretted taking such a time consuming job, wishing that she had just become a independent researcher.
Yet, Y/n always reminded her that it's not how much time you spend with someone, it's how you'd spent it.
Still, she missed being home with her family.
Hermione hated the thought of what life would be like if they got married, or randomly decided to have children in the future.
Being the spouse or mom that was always working, basically missing out on every milestone in her life.
Now, these thoughts have been ongoing theme for the brunette, ever since a few months ago.
Hermione Granger, forgot their ten year anniversary.
Y/n didn't mind, she honestly forgot about it as well with their busy schedules.
Oh, but when Hermione had realized halfway through a class...TWO days later.
All emotional hell broke loose.
She basically had begged Dumbledore to let her leave early, which he was going to allow anyways, but seeing the desperation in her eyes told him that she had messed up big time.
Hermione had raced to Diagonally, buying everything she knew her girlfriend had been eyeing the last year.
When she arrived home with everything and began setting up, she had been in such a frantic state that she didn't realize how much time had gone by.
She was only altered when she heard the front door close and a confused Y/n walk into a beautiful gift mountain.
Poor Y/n, she thought only one of two things.
1. Someone died.
Or-
2. Hermione was breaking up with her in an extravagant way.
Then when Hermione began to cry and apologize for forgetting their anniversary, Y/n sorta chuckled and gave her a hug.
"Hopefully you and I will have many more anniversaries to come, so we'll just ignore this one" she had whispered in her lovers ear.
Hermione still apologized and asked if she could do one more thing to make it up to her.
You can probably guess where their night ended up, and you could also guess that she had asked for another day off.
Of course, they stayed in bed the whole time.
Anyways, Hermione didn't like the distance.
She didn't like the late nights.
And she especially hated the lack of time together.
So, she is going to propose an idea to Y/n. One that was definitely going to shock her at the sudden want for change in Hermione's professional career.
Hermiones eyes shift over to the front door as it opened with a soft huff from her favorite person.
"Are you home 'Mione?"
She began to grin when she heard the nickname, and stood up.
"In here, where did you...whoa what's with all the bags?" Hermione asks as she watch her girlfriend place two large bags onto the floor and rotate her shoulders with a pained expression.
"Actually, they're for you" Y/n says as she stepped over the gifts and gave the curly brunette a welcomed kiss.
"For me?" Hermione whispers when they break away, earning a hum as Y/n sat down next to Crookshanks.
Hermione pushed the cat to the end of the couch, taking the space next to her significant other.
She summoned her wand, and mumbles a soft 'Accio', watching as it slowly floated to the space in front of her.
Quickly did her eyes enlarge when she realized what was contained inside. Hermione gasped when she pulled out the different books she had been dying to get her hands on.
"Where did you get these?" She asks as she turned towards her girlfriends who was just watching her with a soft smile.
"I'm not telling my secrets" she jokes, obviously she had gotten them from the bookstore, since the tote bags they were in held the stores logo.
"My love, this is to much!" Hermione expressed as she began to put the book back in the bag, hoping that she could get her girlfriends money back.
"Oh, would you stop that!" Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arms around Hermione pulled her onto the couch the with her.
Hermione chuckled as she turned into her stomach, giving a loving smile at the women in front of her.
"Thank you my lovely, you spoil me rotten with your affection" Hermione mumbles as she pressed a few kissed onto Y/n's lips.
"I'd rather it be me than someone else making you smile" Y/n whispers back as she chased after another kiss.
Of course, their kisses always seemed to become desperate when they get this close.
But, Hermione still had to talk to her.
"As much as I love our make out sessions, I need to tell you some... interesting news" Hermione says as she sat back onto the couch, making sure not to squish her cat.
Y/n raised an eyebrow with intrigue as she sat up as well.
"Oh? Gossip? Did McGonagall finally punch a student?" She asks, making Hermione chuckle.
"No sadly, but it has to do with work" she says as she suddenly took a deep breath.
Y/n could tell that what she was about to say was serious, and it made her reasonably nervous.
"I want to become a housewife"
Y/n's eyebrows raised in surprise.
That wasn't what she was expecting.
Then she began to laugh, which made Hermione pout.
"This isn't a joke! I'm serious!" She sighs as she watched Y/n snort softly.
"I'm sorry beautiful, but it's hard to imagine 'Career Driven Hermione' as a housewife" she explains as she grinned up at her.
"Also, you can't call yourself a housewife" Y/n states, and the former Gryffindor takes a little offense.
"And why not?"
"We're not married"
Hermione rolled her eyes and leaned onto the backrest, crossing her arms and legs.
"That wouldn't be a problem if you would just pop the question already" she mumbles and Y/n smiles in return.
"You said you wanted to build your career!" Y/n defends as Hermione turned to her with a playful glare.
"Well, I want to be a housewife now...so get a move on" She replies, causing Y/n to laugh as she ran her fingers through her hair.
"Before we start planning a wedding, why don't you explain to me why this has come up?" Y/n asks as she scooted closer to Hermione and smiled at her as she wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Hermione rested her head onto her lovers shoulder blade, and gave a quiet sigh.
"You know I hate that we barley see each other" she whispers, which makes Y/n frown.
"I know, but don't you like being a professor?" She asks as she kissed Hermione's head.
"I do! I did? I honestly only know that I hate being apart from you so much" Hermione expresses as she looked up at Y/n, who kissed her forehead in return.
"Well, if you truly don't enjoy being a teacher anymore...then why don't you become a freelance researcher? I know you've talked about it in the past" Y/n asks and Hermione smiled.
"You think I can discover something that could help the wizarding world?" She asks and Y/n chuckles.
"My sweet, you'll do more than just help us" Y/n says, causing them both to quietly laugh together.
They sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company as the night sky greeted the dark space.
"I'll do it"
Y/n hummed and kissed her head again.
"Then I back you a hundred percent" she whispered into Hermione's hair.
"So...where's my ring?" She asks, making Y/n laugh.
"Are you still going to be a part time housewife?" Y/n asks as she felt Hermione's hand land on her thigh.
"Obviously, only if you take my last name" she asks and Y/n hums.
"Fine, but only if you finally cave and get a French maid outfit" She responds, causing Hermione to cackle loudly.
"What is your fascination with that cliché?" She asks and Y/n shrugged her shoulders, making Hermione's head bounce.
"Ever since we rewatched 'Clue', I've been imagining you in Yvette's costume" Y/n admits, making Hermione chuckle some more as she felt her lovers hand caress her hip.
"Fine, deal"
Silence then came over the room.
"Did we just agree to get married?" Y/n asks and Hermione hums.
"Yep"
"Should we celebrate?"
"I know where this is going. You're thinking about me in that costume, aren't you?"
"Yep. Take off your pants my favorite sexy British maid."
Laughter and touches enveloped the dark living room as Crookshank ran for safety.
Poor Crook.
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