Bonjour juillet

blackberry tart

[Hello July] It’s raining. And somehow, we’re once again having winter in July. It seems to be a standard these days. And really, I could just write a letter to July. Not unlike the one I would write to that boy I’m in like with, that I’ve been in like with since I first saw […]

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Bonjour juin


[Hello June] May has been a little crazy. Of the runs in the park slash flight to France slash rosé et mauresque with Anna-Sarah (every single night) slash book writing slash turning my kitchen into a mess to the point of no return slash painting on porcelain plates kind. The sky back home hasn’t been […]

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La boîte à recettes et autres petites histoires


[The recipe box and other little stories] 1. A feature I’d been wanting to do for ever: a recipe box on the front page of the blog. You can access it by clicking on the link in the navbar above or scrolling to the bottom of any page. 2. In the sidebar and above the […]

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Bonjour mars, au revoir mars

spring blossoms

[Hello March, goodbye March] I’ve felt raindrops running through my hair; and my dress too. I’ve made a cake. And another one too. I’ve seen blossoms on every tree. I’ve walked in empty avenues, with my eyes closed and his hand on mine. I’ve had dreams I never knew I had. I’ve lied in the […]

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There are only so many things I know


Yes, there are only so many things I know. Making wishes, of the fairylike kind. The taste of his lips; and the feeling in my stomach that it’s all just like a dream. The smell of fresh yeast when brioche is being made. The beauty of fireflies around me. Being lost in the fog. The […]

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Bonjour février


[Hello February] It seems like those winter days I longed so much for have finally decided to pop by. Yes, it was cold today. Of the frostbites and hot chocolates kind. I opened the door to a package made of Impossible film. I walked with the only mitten I haven’t lost on one hand. I […]

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You’re my favourite flavour


One day I will tell you why I’ve been so quiet this past month. Right now, it all gets down to my bed, a virus, a bottle of water, and way too many pills for one girl to take. In fact, I should probably start with the usual Happy New Year and all the trimmings […]

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Bonjour novembre

tart shells

[Hello November] Is it just me, or do you also feel like that – more than any other month – tarts belong to November? It usually happens without a warning. And without a calendar. A day or so after waiting on the sidewalk – jumping, whistling, screaming – for a cab to have its light […]

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Bonjour octobre


[Hello October] Hello, it’s 32°C out there. This morning I went swimming. One last time before the French holidays come to an end. Oh, this past month has been great. I’ve been enjoying the summer I never got this summer. I’ve been swimming and underwater-somersaulting. I’ve been jumping from reading those words. I’ve been spending […]

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Mind your French – Le fondant au chocolat

france in the summer-44

[The ultimate chocolate fondant] In London, we’ve had winter in July. Air damp with rain. Kitchens warm with soup on the stove. Oven smelling like chocolate cake. And now, in the south of France, we’re having summer in September. Walks through the markets. Sirops d’orgeat at the terrace of the village café. Afternoons at the […]

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Bonjour septembre

coffee break

[Hello September] I am away from London for a month. Yes and whole entire month. And as I was landing at the smallest airport I have ever seen (so small I couldn’t help but take pictures of the very vintage aérogare straight from the plane tiny window*), I knew I would miss that city which […]

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Bonjour août


[Hello August] July felt like a summer storm. Of the quick, unexpected kind. It was beautiful. And much unlike any other July that has crossed my path. The rain, the cold, the golden leaves covering the pavement. Almost a perfect autumn month. With long daylight hours. And the occasional picnic. Yes, in some ways, I […]

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Du pain sur la planche

grand mere

[Bread on the board]* Other than grazing at the London sky for hours, being stuck in bed for the past six days has also given me the chance to learn that Oxford University is sort of breaking-up with the Oxford comma – now, we have a problem here; my life depends on serial commas (and […]

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