Category: In my kitchen

Une histoire de tarte au chocolat et oranges sanguines

[A story of chocolate tart and blood oranges] The story of this chocolate tart is a simple one. It all started when a friend asked me to show him how to make one. So we mixed butter and sugar. Added eggs and flour and cocoa powder. And of course salt, because a chocolate tart can […]

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Un week end pluvieux, et des croissants un peu comme des kanelbullar

[A rainy weekend, and croissants, not unlike kanelbullar] There was that weekend, many-many months ago. I had told you about the days when blogs were not so editorially perfect and how I miss them; about the two crumpets with raspberry jam that I had had for an early afternoon breakfast; and about how we’d moved […]

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On rituals and beautiful habits – Biscuits croustillants à la cannelle

[Crisp cinnamon biscuits] I don’t want fig leaf or oak bark infusion. I don’t want gimmicks and royal icing where it’s not needed. I want to explore flour, sugar, butter and eggs. Give me cinnamon. And whole wheat flour. Oats. And dark brown sugar. I want to look underneath a biscuit. And see a golden […]

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The gluten-free pastry chef – A story and a vanilla and raspberry baked Alaska

We started our day with a breakfast made of baguette and butter – or was it butter and baguette? – and coffee, of course. We drove to Antibes and sat on the clear plastic chairs facing the doctor. And there, she said it: gluten-free. I had read books on how gluten affects hypothyroidism. And I […]

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No other day than a Sunday – Clafoutis aux myrtilles, le Paris Pastry Club

[Blueberry clafoutis] The recipes I make don’t come in printed words. They come in barely-readable letters that I’ve written too fast. Felt-tip pen codes, more often than not smudged with water, or butter, or as you’ve heard me say before, chocolate. Ingredients quantities are crossed out and forever adjusted. I keep those notes in identical […]

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Oops #4 – Le cake au chocolat

I’ve been going through my pictures. There is this chocolate loaf cake. And really, it’s been haunting me. I made it at my grand-mère‘s house. Back on the twenty-third of march 2008, at 12:38, or so says the EXIF data. Now if only it would tell me which recipe I used. Because no matter how […]

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