[Hello August] July felt like a summer storm. Of the quick, unexpected kind. It was beautiful. And much unlike any other July that has crossed my path. The rain, the cold, the… Read More
[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… Read More
[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… Read More
I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination. And… Read More
A hard week ahead. For gold of the world, I wouldn’t change A thing. You’re my diamond. And yes, it is totally alright to make cheesy words feel ok by writing a… Read More
[Hello June] More than ever, this year, june feels like a new start. A kiss goodbye under the rain. Metaphorically and literally. Also the first time I won’t be able to wish… Read More
[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… Read More
[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… Read More
[Hello April] Last night, I might not have been there when the flap clock on my wall roared and clicked – just like the train-station departures board of my grand-mother’s village –… Read More
I don’t really know where to start about my – our – recent getaway to Cornwall. I have seen landscapes so beautiful my eyes hurt. I have eaten food so delicious my… Read More
Last night, I said goodbye to a kitchen. As I was cleaning, I realised it would be the very last time. And I just couldn’t bring myself to live the space that… Read More
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… Read More
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… Read More
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.… Read More
[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… Read More
[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… 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!
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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