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orangette
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Almost wordless – Mandarine soup in a crisp dark chocolate tube

By On February 16, 2011

A mandarine soup that tastes better than bitting into the real fruit. The crunch of dark chocolate. I always seem to think I don’t like citrus and chocolate. But I do. And… Read More

squirrel
memories

Somewhere, outside

By On January 28, 2011

A couple of days ago when Stephanie thanked me not to be a food snob, I think she didn’t realise how right she was. The proof lies in the bowl of rice… Read More

aida
memories

Forward

By On January 26, 2011

At times, we have no choice but remain quiet. Words seem bland. Words that can’t say how we feel. Right now, I’m looking forward. To plenty of things. But mostly, to see… Read More

mise en place
memories

I love you like chocolate cake

By On January 19, 2011

I wake up to darkness, sleepy faces, and cold winds. I go home to darkness, empty streets, and many thoughts. In between, there is flour. And sugar. And butter. Lots of each.… Read More

bitten doughnut
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Street lights happen to be just like moments – Doughnuts à la vanille

By On January 16, 2011

[Vanilla doughnuts] It’s been raining a lot these days. And the night has been falling late in the morning; leaving very few hours for the light to turn from golden to blue.… Read More

dawn
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Demain, déjà

By On January 5, 2011

[Tomorrow, already] Today, the city woke up as I was slowly falling asleep after a night made of flour, butter and water. Through the cab window, it felt like the time had… Read More

choc pretzel
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I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box – Des pretzels au chocolat

By On January 2, 2011

[Chocolate-covered pretzel] Many people will tell you that tempering chocolate is easy. Well, I’m afraid I don’t agree. The theory is easy. The practical side of it? Not so much. It’s messy.… Read More

snow
memories

A six heures, ce matin

By On January 1, 2011

[Six o'clock in the morning] This morning, too early for people to be awake and too late for party-bunnies to be asleep, the pavement seemed covered in snow. Glitters, cigarette ends and… Read More