Somewhere, outside

A couple of days ago when Stephanie thanked me not to be a food snob, I think she didn’t realise how right she was. The proof lies in the bowl of rice I’ve just had. It was meant to be pilaf, the kind of rice you stir with a little oil then cover with water and let to cook until a perfectly golden crust forms ...

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Forward

At times, we have no choice but remain quiet. Words seem bland. Words that can’t say how we feel. Right now, I’m looking forward. To plenty of things. But mostly, to see this face. My most favourite. The most beautiful. I miss her so much; more than it’s possible to say out-loud, unless I scream until I can’t breathe anymore. And she’s coming over here. ...

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On the soft edge – Instant pizza sandwich

At times – when we’re too tired to eat and too hungry to sleep – only a slice of soggy pizza will do. And the microwave becomes our best friend as we’re heating the fat edge from a store-bought pizza until the mozzarella starts to bubble. A sprinkle of salt and cayenne pepper, a handful of rocket, and a drizzle of olive oil later, the ...

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I love you like chocolate cake

I wake up to darkness, sleepy faces, and cold winds. I go home to darkness, empty streets, and many thoughts. In between, there is flour. And sugar. And butter. Lots of each. I spend my time in front of scales. Or plates waiting to be filled. I hear the ovens going off. I smell like chocolate. And I dream of eating something savoury. I live ...

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Street lights happen to be just like moments – Doughnuts à la vanille

[Vanilla doughnuts] It’s been raining a lot these days. And the night has been falling late in the morning; leaving very few hours for the light to turn from golden to blue. It feels like I’m learning to read the time again. Except, not with numbers, but colours. I’ve been frying a lot of doughnuts these days. In a small pan over my gas stove, ...

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Demain, déjà

[Tomorrow, already] Today, the city woke up as I was slowly falling asleep after a night made of flour, butter and water. Through the cab window, it felt like the time had stopped. To that moment just before the dawn; when it’s still dark, but people are already running late. My bag barely hid the jackets I was taking home. One of them used to ...

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I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box – Des pretzels au chocolat

[Chocolate-covered pretzel] Many people will tell you that tempering chocolate is easy. Well, I’m afraid I don’t agree. The theory is easy. The practical side of it? Not so much. It’s messy. It likes to screw with my brains; and quite possibly with my white jacket too. It’s something from which I understand the underlying science. And yet, at times – palette knife in one ...

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A six heures, ce matin

[Six o’clock in the morning] This morning, too early for people to be awake and too late for party-bunnies to be asleep, the pavement seemed covered in snow. Glitters, cigarette ends and confetti that would shine to the subtle glow offered by lamp poles. The ones with the Chanel monograms. Yes, a new year had begun. Technically, it started on a night made of loudness ...

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