Madeleines: A Cookie Quest

(Posting this here for those who don't read my new blog...)
One day last summer, while at our local Parisian street market, I felt my morning croissant wear off. I was hungry and cranky, and had an extra euro in my pocket, so I chose a golden yellow madeleine along with my Sunday bread purchase from the good baker at the market.

I popped it in my mouth.

Then, I melted into a little puddle of gooey joy on the sidewalk.

It was delicate, light, tender. Buttery, sweet, and full of flavor. Unbelievable, indescribable flavor.

If I hadn't been married, I think I would have proposed to the boulanger.

When Flare visited us in November, she brought me a present that included a silicone madeleine pan, one of the things I forgot to get before we left la belle France.

Now, I am on the hunt for the right recipe to fill it. I tried Ina Garten's Coconut version, which despite its great reviews, was disappointing.

So I am asking. Begging. Please. If you have a recipe that will send me back to that dirty Parisian sidewalk, send it my way. As soon as you can. (Maybe it's a pregnancy craving? Whatever. I don't care.)