PS. Guess who’s back?


The reinette seems to like Anna-Sarah’s potager a little too much. She found it in the fennels today and to be honest, we couldn’t be happier. My days are like no other at the moment. I bake in the morning. And write recipes in the afternoon. With breaks spent in the garden, with a glass […]

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PS. I felt like cake; made one and ate a slice.

a cake too

A friend, of the dear-to-my-heart kind, made this cake today. A few thousands of kilometres away. And I did too. In ten minutes, from cupboards to oven*. It was eaten on the couch. To the sound of summertime sadness**. And raindrops started hitting the kitchen window. And that cup of coffee was slightly too hot […]

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PS. Just a breakfast…

breakfast jonchee fouras

It might be safe to say that, in a perfect world, this would be my breakfast. Everyday. That week in Fouras possibly was the closest I could get to perfection. A perfection that tasted damn good. Especially with a sprinkle of vanilla sugar. Perhaps, it was just a breakfast. But it certainly didn’t feel like […]

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PS. Ben Spalding at the loft project

benspalding loft project

Marylebone, London, early August It was a Wednesday. We walked through Manchester square; looking at trees turning to that golden shade we all long for. Then three hours later, we realised there was something else we longed for. Something that Roganic – and his head chef Ben – just delivered to us in the form […]

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PS. Une brioche avec un peu plus de beurre


[PS. A brioche with a tad more butter] London, sometime in April. I made a brioche. In five minutes; and five days. We woke up early to shape and proof the dough. Well, I did. A couple of hours later, we sat at the table, with our eyes still plein de sommeil [full of sleep]. […]

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