[A broken cake, and a cake crumb ice-cream] I am not patient. Or scared to burn my fingers. So this was bound to happen one day or another. Yes, let this cake… Read more.
[Brown butter and bourbon canelés] There are stories that never get old, no matter how many times you tell them. Here is a collections of the ones I never-ever want to forget.… Read more.
[Roasted banana cake] I once read that the universe didn’t need another banana cake. In that case, the universe and I might have to disagree. We don’t disagree often though. In fact,… Read more.
I wish you were here with me. Sat on the patio. There is a wooden table which I’ve slowly taken over: notes, drawings of mushrooms, a mug holding watercolour brushes, a mismatch… Read more.
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… Read more.
[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… Read more.
[Not unlike lost property – My grand-mother chocolate loaf cake] Last week I told you about… Read more.
One morning, we woke up to lights through the wooden blinds barely covering never-ending windows. Coffee got made. And we sat on the steps overlooking the garden. Early signs of autumn, drawn… Read more.
[A cider and apple cake, not unlike a tatin tart] There was that night made of champagne, flickering candles, crisps and smoked salmon sandwiches, the last of the foie gras smothered onto… Read more.
Yesterday, two am. Tonight, we ate al fresco. In our garden. Who said you’re not allowed to play make-believe anymore? I made dessert. One strawberry tart, only it’s so much more. Black… 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.
[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.