Confiture de figues

[Fig jam] We stepped off the plane only to be wrapped by the intense heat. With miles of sea ahead of us and the mountain in our backs, it dawned on me: this is home. A home away from home perhaps, but I could feel it, one deep breath of warm air after another; sea mist, tarmac, and gasoline. It had been over two years ...

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Le chasseur et le ceuilleur – Macarons à la pèche

[The hunter and the gatherer – Peach macarons] Today, I don’t have any magical stories to tell you. It’s summer. And that’s magical enough for me. Yes, I’ve walked barefoot in the grass. And sat on a bench where the river and the book that both lay past my eyes, almost became one. We’ve taken walks after midnight, with a glow in the sky that ...

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Summertime coldness – Café frappé, comme en Grèce

[Iced coffee, just like in Greece] There is this nice place a few footsteps away from Knightsbridge. It has a counter made of salads – more beautiful one than the other – and cakes – most likely blueberry with some kind of oaty crumbles. It also has the cutest waiters. And they make coffee, the Greek way. In fact, I need to bring my camera ...

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You’re my favourite flavour – Summer 2012 edition

One. Coconut water. Feel the heat. A heat like you’ve never felt it before. Or at least you’ve forgotten. Yes, at times, it is pointless to try and remember things that can only be felt. His lips on yours and his hands on you. But I digress… Ride your bike to the closest shop. A corner shop is more than fine. Buy more coconut water ...

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Un dîner d’été – Tarte à l’abricot et à la pistache

[A midsummer dinner – Apricot and pistachio tart] I had a pâton of pâte sucrée in the fridge. And a little bag of roasted pistachios a friend brought back from Lebanon. And of course, too many apricots sitting on the counter. An hour later, all this turned into a tart. The kind of tarts that are simple and rustic. And yet, ever so delicious. We ...

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Surprise, surprise – Madeleines aux framboises

[Raspberry madeleines] This morning, the sky turned black, of the bruised kind. And then, clouds started to grumble, roar really. For minutes. And before we knew it – {insert French accent here} surprise, surprise {end of French accent} – rain was pouring down in the kitchen window. I had chocolate lava cakes in the oven. Madeleine batter in the fridge. And a fraisier – just ...

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