[Not unlike summer morning dew – Cucumber and vanilla jam] I walked in mud and bought some vintage tupperwares at a vide-grenier. I saw waves bigger than life. I felt them too.… Read more.
So it seems I’ve told you I’d see you soon with tips for the perfect scones. Apparently, soon can hold different meanings. A birthday to the sound of drum n’ bass, and… Read more.
[Chocolate eclairs, almost like Fauchon’s] When trees are shaped like hearts; and breakfast means just-brewed coffee slash bike ride slash jonchée eaten as soon as I’ve taken my gum boots off. And… Read more.
I started collecting objects, to make up for memories I forgot. A blue pool ball, a broken cigarette, a plastic table number. I read words. Most of the time, at night. Yes,… Read more.
[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.