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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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Fields of frost – Éclairs au chocolat, presque comme chez Fauchon

[Chocolate eclairs, almost like Fauchon’s] When trees are shaped like hearts; and breakfast means just-brewed coffee slash bike ride slash jonchée eaten as soon as I’ve taken my gum boots off. And we run barefoot in fields of frost. And the grass glows to the moonlight in a way only gems can. With la grande […]

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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

[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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Sur un nuage

[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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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 […]

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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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Bonjour septembre

[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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