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january
memories

Goodbye, hello

By On January 8, 2012

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… Read More

love door
memories

Bonjour décembre

By On December 6, 2011

[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… Read More

tart shells
la pâtisserie

Bonjour novembre

By On November 1, 2011

[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… Read More

cloud cookie cutter-4
le kitchenware

Sur un nuage

By On October 25, 2011

[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… Read More

potimarron
memories

Bonjour octobre

By On October 4, 2011

[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… Read More

feta dip
la cuisine

On summer secrets – Feta and lemon dip

By On September 29, 2011

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… Read More

france in the summer-44
la pâtisserie

Mind your French – Le fondant au chocolat

By On September 27, 2011

[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… Read More

kitchen-9
memories

Instants, dans la cuisine

By On September 20, 2011

[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.… Read More

jonchee
to eat

Les jonchées

By On September 7, 2011

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… Read More

coffee break
memories

Bonjour septembre

By On September 4, 2011

[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… Read More

fouras2
memories

The smell of the ocean

By On August 13, 2011

Today, I booked a flight to a place I haven’t been in a year. But even with my eyes closed, I would still be able to ride my bike to the little… Read More

roganic
to eat

Roganic

By On August 11, 2011

19 blandford st, W1U 3DH http://www.roganic.co.uk/ Ben Spalding has puzzle pieces tattooed on his arms. Eating at Roganic did feel like putting all those bits together. One at a time. We sat… Read More

escargot
memories

Bonjour août

By On August 2, 2011

[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… Read More

caravan-4
to eat

Caravan

By On July 27, 2011

11-13 exmouth market, EC1R 4QD http://www.caravanonexmouth.co.uk/ My playground love. With his blue eyes and boyish smile. With his barefoot habit in the winter and his cute front teeth. Yes, Caravan is just… Read More

grand mere
words

Du pain sur la planche

By On July 18, 2011

[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… Read More

squirrel
memories

Mon écureuil

By On July 13, 2011

[My squirrel] I might have a new friend. Same face. Same place. Just a couple of months later. And yes, just as I did before, I’m writing this from a bed*. Wrapped… Read More

summer wall
memories

Bonjour juillet

By On July 8, 2011

[Hello July] The first night of July smelled like freshly-cut grass. We could hear planes over our heads and, at that exact moment, it reminded me the evening we spent sat on… Read More

F1000003
memories

One night of magic rush

By On June 22, 2011

I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination. And… Read More