[And pieces of tree would fall from the sky – The ultimate quadruple chocolate loaf cake] I plan to spend this autumn collecting dead leaves and horse-chestnuts, drinking coffees with warm mittens… Read more.
[Little poundcakes, with chocolate or not] It smells like the week-end around here. Actually, it’s been smelling like it for a week now. And boy, week-end does smell good. Just-brewed coffee and… Read more.
It was a day at the end of September. A couple of years ago. I put on my pied-de-poule trousers for the first time since the internship I had done the summer… Read more.
[Japanese-style milk buns] It was a night of early winter, I think. It was possibly raining. And dark. I can’t remember for sure, but it seems right. I weighed flour and water… Read more.
[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… Read more.
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… Read more.
There is something about flour bond with water. Something that possibly goes back to those afternoons spent sat on the kitchen counter, watching my grand-mother making pâte brisée [shortcrust pastry], which I… Read more.
[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… Read more.
[On April snow and breakfast in bed – A five-minute brioche] When I mentioned the five-minute brioche, I forgot to say it’s more of a five-minute and five-day brioche. Five days where… Read more.
[On the menu today – The (not so) classics of my childhood] Childhood memories are – more often than not – strongly related to food. The slice of store-bought chocolate marble cake… Read more.
Last Sunday, I finished working at six. Now depending on where your heart belongs, you might think: version one ‘What the heck where you doing at work on a Sunday?’ or version… Read more.
A mandarine soup that tastes better than bitting into the real fruit. The crunch of dark chocolate. I always seem to think I don’t like citrus and chocolate. But I do. And… Read more.