Bonjour septembre


[Hello September] I’ve been falling asleep to bigger-than-life fairy-lights; of the skyscraper kind. I’ve been talking too loud. And I’ve French-kissed, at times with a reason, most of the time without. I’ve been waiting for autumn, and wool leggings, and earmuffs; and somehow, I’m sort of day-dreaming about the past few months and how the […]

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Things that #1… I could fall asleep to

for ever

The sound of his voice in my head. And his hands tickling the back of my neck. The lullaby of raindrops crashing on the ground. The purr of a washing machine. Or even better, a never-ending passing train. The kind of silence only snowy streets can offer. The heartbeat of Lukie against mine. The one […]

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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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Goodbye, hello


I walked along the Thames. On the very firt morning of 2011. And saw a balloon floating along. And a French bakery. I drank lattes. Waiting for them to cool down, with the wind and cold. I turned the lights off to a kitchen I still miss every now and then. I walked him home. […]

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Bonjour décembre

love door

[Hello December] December is made for kissing in the mist, warm nights of magic rush and cold pink dawn, foreseen epiphanies, and perhaps, most importantly, mulled wine. A short welcome to this new month, because – believe me or not – some things are better left unsaid. Yes, at times, silence is golden. So are […]

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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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Sur un nuage

cloud cookie cutter-4

[On a cloud]

For days when the sky feels like a cloud, of the gigantic kind. And our homes are made warm with gas ovens.

I’ve yet found what dough will become a cloud in my kitchen. Perhaps, my very favourite matcha shortbreads. Or the cinnamon cookies that made my childhood a forever-Christmas.

Thank you Nikole for making such beautiful objects that – waiting to be used – sit on my bedside table, as a collection of treasures.

What is your favourite cut-out cookie recipe?

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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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On summer secrets – Feta and lemon dip

feta dip

This is what happens when it’s summer. Or at least when it feels like it. We swim in the sea, or more accurately, we’re forced by that wave which chose the exact moment we stepped into the water to break into – what feels like – a herd of horses. It’s cold. For a second. […]

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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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Instants, dans la cuisine


[Moments, in the kitchen] Sat at the table for breakfast. A breakfast that smells of toast and salted butter – the one with crisp fleur de sel – and, of course, coffee. My grand-mère talks too much in the morning, but for all the gold in the world, I wouldn’t want to stop her from […]

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Les jonchées


fromager/crémier (the first, in front of the main entrance) rue de la halle, 17450 fouras I could list the places I belong to. But, at the end, it would just be a meaningless thread of city names, and at times, neighbourhood or county names. What I find interesting is the very reason why we belong […]

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