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...… Read More
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… Read More
[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… Read More
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… Read More
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… Read More
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… Read More
[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… Read More
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. … Read More
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… Read More
One day I will tell you why I’ve been so quiet this past month. Right now, it all gets down to my bed, a virus, a bottle of water, and way too… Read More
When home means finally-untangled hair, the sound of waves that won’t quit our minds – oh and of the shower he’s into two-open-doors away while this song is playing on repeat, only… Read More
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[Hello December] December is made for kissing in the mist, warm nights of magic rush and cold pink dawn, foreseen epiphanies, and perhaps, most importantly, mulled wine. A short welcome to this… Read More
[Hello November] Is it just me, or do you also feel like that – more than any other month – tarts belong to November? It usually happens without a warning. And without… Read More
[Wool leggings] My day started like this. Warm wool leggings, cushy slippers, and a cup of coffee of the burn-your-tongue kind. Only to end up, pretty much the same and with a… Read More
[On a cloud]
For days when the sky feels like a cloud, of the gigantic kind. And our homes are made warm with gas ovens.
I've yet found what dough will become a… Read More
[Hello October] Hello, it’s 32°C out there. This morning I went swimming. One last time before the French holidays come to an end. Oh, this past month has been great. I’ve been… Read More
[The ultimate chocolate fondant] In London, we’ve had winter in July. Air damp with rain. Kitchens warm with soup on the stove. Oven smelling like chocolate cake. And now, in the south… Read More
Hi, I'm Fanny. A French girl turned London pastry chef, not unlike a roller-coaster. I will draw on you and make cakes until dawn. I love acorns and many more things.
I wrote Paris Pastry Club, a collection of cakes, tarts, pastries and desserts. Find it here!
All my favourite Christmas biscuits and cookies. Happy holidays!
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This book is a collection of little stories and many recipes that I've been making over and over. If you want a sneak-peek, have a look here, where I share some of them with you.
If you make some of my recipes, please show me. Either email me, or hashtag #parispastryclub on instagram or twitter.
Made with in London