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.
Don't you love post scriptum ?
PS. I felt like cake; made one and ate a slice.
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.
PS. Ben Spalding at the 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.
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.