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Bonjour juin

[Hello June] May has been a little crazy. Of the runs in the park slash flight to France slash rosé et mauresque with Anna-Sarah (every single night) slash book writing slash turning my kitchen into ...

11 h ago

La boîte à recettes et autres petites histoires

[The recipe box and other little stories] 1. A feature I’d been wanting to do for ever: a recipe box on the front page of the blog. You can access it by clicking on the link in the navbar above...

2 days ago

Réussir le fondant pâtissier blanc, pas à pas – Mastering white pâtissier fondant, step by step

One of the first things you see through a boulangerie-pâtisserie window in France is a herd of glazed éclairs and choux. Pretty in pink, brown, white, and more often than not, green too. Fondant can ...

3 days ago 2 people like this

She fell in love with…

And I can’t wait to see it grow.

4 days ago

Comme la rosée des matins d’été – Confiture de concombre à la vanille

[Not unlike summer morning dew - Cucumber and vanilla jam] I walked in mud and bought some vintage tupperwares at a vide-grenier. I saw waves bigger than life. I felt them too. And heard the music th...

24 may 12 5 people like this

Les vagues

[The waves] I drove along the coast on Sunday. It was raining. Of the fast windscreen wipers kind. And the wind would push waves on the road. I stopped. And my cheeks turned pink. And my glasses got ...

22 may 12

Surprise, surprise – Madeleines aux framboises

[Raspberry madeleines] This morning, the sky turned black, of the bruised kind. And then, clouds started to grumble, roar really. For minutes. And before we knew it – {insert French accent here...

19 may 12 1 person likes this

Oops #3

As off today, I’m out-of-office-ish. You see, I’ve walked under a sky made of Union Jack buntings. I’ve sipped through golden glasses of mint tea, served just like under that Morocc...

12 may 12

Not unlike living in cotton – Scones, scones, scones…

So it seems I’ve told you I’d see you soon with tips for the perfect scones. Apparently, soon can hold different meanings. A birthday to the sound of drum n’ bass, and glow-sticks a...

10 may 12 4 people like this

On clouds blanketing everything we see – Roast chicken and root vegs

An hour ago, I took a whole – 1,5kg kind of whole – chicken out from the oven. Just for myself. You see it started this morning when I first opened my curtains to a day where clouds blank...

04 may 12

Everyday magic

I made scones today. Twice, because two seems to be a trending number these days. Same recipe, except for five extra grams of milk. And somehow, no matter how long I have been a pastry chef for, I...

30 apr 12 1 person likes this

Oops #2

I don’t know what just happened on ebay, but I seem to be the newest owner of - not one but – two Le Creuset cocottes. I guess the advices my friend Richard gave me on how to win a bid ki...

30 apr 12

Bonjour avril

[Hello April] My weeks have been made of Sundays lately. And it really feels like walking with my eyes closed and crossing my fingers at every step I take. Not unlike getting lost. Not unlike falling...

23 apr 12

The end – Coffee and chocolate self-saucing cake

The end. Of this, that is. I was writing when the timer went off. Upstairs, sitting cross-legged in front of my laptop. It wasn’t as cold as the outdoors would suggest. Perhaps, from the oven. Or the...

18 apr 12 4 people like this

Through the wrong end of a telescope

I look through the window. And this is all I see. Rain and trees that snow. The very spectacle of April happening before my eyes. But no matter how breathless it makes me feel – every single ye...

18 apr 12

On thunderstoms and first kisses – Caramelised Jerusalem artichoke velouté

It’s been oh-so-quiet around here lately. Perhaps, that’s what happens when I have too much to say, too much to do, too much to look forward to. But last night, I saw the dark sky turn into fireworks...

14 apr 12

Bonjour mars, au revoir mars

[Hello March, goodbye March] I’ve felt raindrops running through my hair; and my dress too. I’ve made a cake. And another one too. I’ve seen blossoms on every tree. I’ve walke...

28 mar 12

She fell in love with…

A rainbow kind of sky, as seen from my bike. It was so beautiful it made me question my love for dawn over sunset. Ohhh such important matters…

06 mar 12

Fields of frost – Éclairs au chocolat, presque comme chez Fauchon

[Chocolate eclairs, almost like Fauchons] When trees are shaped like hearts; and breakfast means just-brewed coffee slash bike ride slash jonchée eaten as soon as I’ve taken my gum boots off. And we ...

28 feb 12 3 people like this

The daily fix

I wake up to the shy sound of a detuned French radio. And leave a half-drank latte – stay put – on the kitchen table. Off on my favourite hollandais bike. It rattles, unexpectedly. And th...

27 feb 12

Oops #1

Three cuts and eight eggs on the floor later, the cake came out of the oven. As a reminder that heatproof means heatproof, and not just a random glass bowl. You see disasters happen in my kitchen too...

24 feb 12

A bicyclette

[On a bicycle] I’ve been riding my bicycle through the beach, and putting tray after tray of madeleines in the oven. It smells lovely around here. Of warm butter and vanilla. You should come.

23 feb 12

There are only so many things I know

Yes, there are only so many things I know. Making wishes, of the fairylike kind. The taste of his lips; and the feeling in my stomach that it’s all just like a dream. The smell of fresh yeast when br...

20 feb 12

PS. I felt like cake; made one and ate a slice.

A friend, of the dear-to-my-heart kind, made this cake today. A few thousands of kilometres away. And I did too. In ten minutes, from cupboards to oven*. It was eaten on the couch. To the sound of su...

17 feb 12

Find a map and draw a straight line – Chewy flapjacks

I started collecting objects, to make up for memories I forgot. A blue pool ball, a broken cigarette, a plastic table number. I read words. Most of the time, at night. Yes, all it took was a few word...

15 feb 12 1 person likes this

Only in dreams

A dream crossed of the list. On Saturday night. It was late. Much too late to be awake, really. I was wearing my favourite leopard leggings and a thick wool dress. And snow in my hair. The thirty min...

07 feb 12

Bonjour février

[Hello February] It seems like those winter days I longed so much for have finally decided to pop by. Yes, it was cold today. Of the frostbites and hot chocolates kind. I opened the door to a package...

02 feb 12

She fell in love with…

PS. Not of the one thousand and six hundred pounds kind (dreams). More of the tilt my own lens in front of the sensor. And yet, it feels just right.

30 jan 12

Those three words – Gelée d’huile d’olives

[Olive oil jelly] In autumn, with figs, a young brillat-savarin curd, and a warm sponge so full of vanilla seeds it’s almost grey. Perhaps, a few toasted and salted almonds for crunch. In winte...

18 jan 12

Goodbye, hello

I walked along the Thames. On the very firt morning of 2011. And saw a balloon floating along. And a French bakery. I drank lattes. Waiting for them to cool down, with the wind and cold. I turned the...

08 jan 12

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