Pure morning – Burnt honey, vanilla, and parsnip ice-cream

It’s the light, a cold blue grey. It’s the window, adorned with pearls. It’s the wind, carrying the scent of moss and ocean. And just like you don’t even have to think to know you’ve fallen deep-hard in love, I didn’t have to look through the open window to know we’d been surrounded by cotton overnight. Yes, that morning – or perhaps more accurately, early ...

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Oops #3

As off today, I’m out-of-office-ish. You see, I’ve walked under a sky made of Union Jack buntings. I’ve sipped through golden glasses of mint tea, served just like under that Moroccan tent I slept in years and years ago. I’ve eaten dim sum and soft shell crab with almonds toasted just so. And roasted chilli peppers too, a whole handful of it. I also dropped ...

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Find a map and draw a straight line – Chewy flapjacks

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, all it took was a few words. Perhaps, a bad google translation too. In fact, some words don’t translate well into French. But it was cute. And it made me miss him even ...

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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 saw the sun set through the naked trees of the ...

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Mind your French – Le fondant au chocolat

[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 beach. Ice-cream, in a cone, please. Flip-flops at the feet. ...

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Ensemble, c’est tout – Pancakes tous simples

[Together, that’s all – Very simple pancakes] It was a morning like no other. That day, we woke up to clouds around us. Some call it fog, but living in the clouds somehow feels more right. I went down to the kitchen. And started putting pieces back together. One at a time: bottles by the door, plates in the sink, soap on the sponge. Because ...

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Neige d’avril et petit-déjeuner au lit – Une brioche en cinq minutes

[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 the blossoms turned into snow. Five days where I got less sleep than what a normal night means to you. Five days where everytime I came home, I opened the fridge to imagine ...

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Bonjour avril

[Hello April] Last night, I might not have been there when the flap clock on my wall roared and clicked – just like the train-station departures board of my grand-mother’s village – but I could feel that April was around the corner. I’m not going to lie. March went down faster than expected. And with barely no time to focus on what makes me feel ...

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On the slurping noises – Sweet chilli seafood ramen

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 two ‘Lucky monkey*! Sunday was a busy night and I didn’t finish until one am.’ Empty fridge and all, I was planning on feeding myself with what had been the du jour menu ...

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