[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.
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.
It’s the light, a cold blue grey. It’s the window, adorned with pearls. It’s the wind, carrying the scent of moss and ocean. And just like you don’t even have to think… Read more.
Yesterday, two am. Tonight, we ate al fresco. In our garden. Who said you’re not allowed to play make-believe anymore? I made dessert. One strawberry tart, only it’s so much more. Black… Read more.
[Little poundcakes, with chocolate or not] It smells like the week-end around here. Actually, it’s been smelling like it for a week now. And boy, week-end does smell good. Just-brewed coffee and… Read more.
It was a day at the end of September. A couple of years ago. I put on my pied-de-poule trousers for the first time since the internship I had done the summer… Read more.
[Vanilla doughnuts] It’s been raining a lot these days. And the night has been falling late in the morning; leaving very few hours for the light to turn from golden to blue.… Read more.