[A broken cake, and a cake crumb ice-cream] I am not patient. Or scared to burn my fingers. So this was bound to happen one day or another. Yes, let this cake… Read more.
[April showers – Flaky sugar brioches] Today, it hailed three times. Rained once. And snowed twice. With the sun being at its brightest in between. Yes, I think April showers take a… Read more.
[Brown butter and bourbon canelés] There are stories that never get old, no matter how many times you tell them. Here is a collections of the ones I never-ever want to forget.… Read more.
[Always in the snow – Caramelised white chocolate and hazelnut macarons] I’d like to tell you I’ve made macarons today. I had planned to. Really. Last week, we bought mandelmjöl [ground almonds]… Read more.
[Through the suspended bridge – Salted butter caramels, not unlike a Tatin tart] We went for our favourite walk this morning. Usually, we’d be back by the time we left, but today… Read more.
[Roasted banana cake] I once read that the universe didn’t need another banana cake. In that case, the universe and I might have to disagree. We don’t disagree often though. In fact,… Read more.
We finished packing everything today. An empty bedroom, and ten massive boxes that contain – what we consider as the most important things in – our life. I have books, too many,… Read more.
[A story of chocolate tart and blood oranges] The story of this chocolate tart is a simple one. It all started when a friend asked me to show him how to make… Read more.
[A rainy weekend, and croissants, not unlike kanelbullar] There was that weekend, many-many months ago. I had told you about the days when blogs were not so editorially perfect and how I… Read more.
[Crisp cinnamon biscuits] I don’t want fig leaf or oak bark infusion. I don’t want gimmicks and royal icing where it’s not needed. I want to explore flour, sugar, butter and eggs.… Read more.
I wish you were here with me. Sat on the patio. There is a wooden table which I’ve slowly taken over: notes, drawings of mushrooms, a mug holding watercolour brushes, a mismatch… Read more.
We started our day with a breakfast made of baguette and butter – or was it butter and baguette? – and coffee, of course. We drove to Antibes and sat on the… Read more.
[Blueberry clafoutis] The recipes I make don’t come in printed words. They come in barely-readable letters that I’ve written too fast. Felt-tip pen codes, more often than not smudged with water, or… Read more.
[Not unlike lost property – My grand-mother chocolate loaf cake] Last week I told you about… Read more.
Pâte brisée [shortcrust pastry] is a staple in every French home. For us, the recipe comes from my grand-mère, and of course, before I came around, it wasn’t much of a recipe.… Read more.