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.
[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.
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.
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.