Roadtrips et autres histoires – Cake au maïs, comme à Caravan

[Roadtrips and other stories – A cornbread just like at Caravan] Sometimes, all I want is to put my warmest boots on, and escape to a place outside of time. I would drive there for hours. To the sound of wind and the smell of rain through the open windows. I would wake up too early in the morning. And have a coffee; or two. ...

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Caravan

11-13 exmouth market, EC1R 4QD http://www.caravanonexmouth.co.uk/ My playground love. With his blue eyes and boyish smile. With his barefoot habit in the winter and his cute front teeth. Yes, Caravan is just like this. A slice of home outside a home. A slice of time that’s long gone. And perhaps – for the right-nowness – a slice of a cornbread that’s so moist, it reminds ...

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PS. Une brioche avec un peu plus de beurre

[PS. A brioche with a tad more butter] London, sometime in April. I made a brioche. In five minutes; and five days. We woke up early to shape and proof the dough. Well, I did. A couple of hours later, we sat at the table, with our eyes still plein de sommeil [full of sleep]. And we had a slice each. With plenty of strawberry ...

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Ensemble, c’est tout – Pancakes tous simples

[Together, that’s all – Very simple pancakes] It was a morning like no other. That day, we woke up to clouds around us. Some call it fog, but living in the clouds somehow feels more right. I went down to the kitchen. And started putting pieces back together. One at a time: bottles by the door, plates in the sink, soap on the sponge. Because ...

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Du pain sur la planche

[Bread on the board]* Other than grazing at the London sky for hours, being stuck in bed for the past six days has also given me the chance to learn that Oxford University is sort of breaking-up with the Oxford comma – now, we have a problem here; my life depends on serial commas (and this is no understatement). Oh, and I also had some ...

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On secrets and playing pretend – Hot chocolate tartine

I’ve been grazing at the sky lately. Sure it was from my bed, possibly half-asleep and not-just-half-deaf, but it was during day time. Or so I think. The clock said quarter to three (pm) but the rain made it all so dark it seemed like an hour past my bedtime. Or quarter to three indeed, but not in July. More sometimes around October, or one ...

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China town

gerrard street, W1D 6JN I’ve been living in a world made of pillows, blankets and duvet covers. It could be the most cosy place in the world – and usually feels like it – but right now, I dream of a trip to China town. Have a bubble tea*. With extra tapioca, of course. And walk down Gerrard St – yes, it’s called China town, ...

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Mon écureuil

[My squirrel] I might have a new friend. Same face. Same place. Just a couple of months later. And yes, just as I did before, I’m writing this from a bed*. Wrapped in a blanket. With an army of medicines on my bedtable. *It seems like whenever I’m ill I have squirrels** on my mind. ** Please don’t judge. Those painkillers I have been given ...

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Bonjour juillet

[Hello July] The first night of July smelled like freshly-cut grass. We could hear planes over our heads and, at that exact moment, it reminded me the evening we spent sat on the sidewalk by the motorway. Watching cars go by in silence. A few days later, I woke up to the sound of rain – of the storm kind – and Chinese pop songs. ...

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