Western sous la neige

under the snow tree

[Western under the snow] There was the noise our feet made on the ground. There was the darkness. And yet, our world felt like millions of shooting stars were falling around us. On us too. There was a make-believe hanami. Who said trees don’t blossom in winter? But mostly, there was us.

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Not just a Sunday afternoon

sunday morning

I could have turned this into a follow-up of a favourite feature: how to become a pastry chef? – the days off. But I guess you somehow get it. As a chef, days off are unusual enough. And when they happen, so does a concentrate of life. Sleep, eat, drink, be merry. Fall in love […]

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And all the trimmings

bonnes fetes

I’ve been trapped into a world made of stainless-steel and ovens going off. A happy – and at times, not so – merry-go-round of services, and gin and tonics. Of course there was an occasional bloody mary too. And really, I hadn’t realised how long I’d gone for. Not unlike when Sookie spends a day […]

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