[Through the suspended bridge – Salted butter caramels, not unlike a Tatin tart] We went for our favourite walk this morning. Usually, we’d be back by the time we left, but today… Read more.
[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… Read more.
[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.… 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.