Skinny dipping – Double chocolate profiteroles

I haven’t been hanging out with my laptop much lately. You see, I’ve been sort of busy doing this. And some unexpected things. Of the good kind. Like a lunch at Mauro Colagreco‘s Mirazur – which you will certainly hear of next week – and the less-than-occasional dip in the waves. The skinny way. Or so they say. There is one thing that couldn’t wait ...

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Comptine d’un autre été – Des chouquettes

[Lullaby from another summer – Sugar choux puffs] I could tell you how my dad would take me to the boulangerie after school, as I was smaller than the smallest tree of your garden. In fact, I could barely walk. But making my way to the bottom of the crumpled paper bag handed to me by the lady at the counter seemed easy. That paper ...

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Drink me

Sundays in France are made for: mornings in the kitchen and afternoons in the garden. With a possible visit to the vide-grenier [garage sale] and a few drinks at a café. We started early today. With pancakes and enough lattes to keep us awake for the day. Fast-forward to the vide-grenier where I found a set of cute glasses with a straw. They reminded me ...

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Les vacances

[Holidays] It seems I’ve been kept busy by the sound of pebbles rolling under the waves. In my records, it’s an all-good kind of thing. I’ve been reading this (otherwise known as my new favourite food magazine) and that (please do check the amazing feature by my friend Emilie). And also a good old classic made special by the tinted glass of sunglasses and the ...

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Where the wild things are – Ice-cream mochi au thé matcha

[Matcha ice-cream mochi] Almost a year ago, a boy-friend – at times with a dash, most of the time, without – gave me two Japanese manuals. A textbook and a workbook. They were both in one of those Muji clear pockets I love so much. With a pen and a highlighter. Perhaps it was yellow, or it might have been pink. Almost a year later, ...

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Bonjour mai

[Hello May] So apparently, May started a week ago. I would love to say that I remember how beautiful the golden hour of the very fist day of the month; but the truth is I don’t. What I know, though, is how amazing the days to come are going to be. A flight to France – the first in a long time, mornings at home ...

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