Most recipes on this blog come with a little story on the side. It simply helps me to introduce a dish when I have some kind of anecdote to tell, something funny, exiting, or even better something heartwarming about a recipe or its prominent ingredient, a feeling linked, a special moment attached, coming to mind […]
Hard to believe an entire summer, autumn and half a winter went by since my last post flew out into that thing called blogosphere. But here I am, sitting in my rocking chair, a wintery garden with a half melted snowman at my feet, thinking of a way to take up the thread again. Maybe […]
The landscapes of Southern Normandy, about halfway between Paris and the seaside, never fail to please with lushly greens and small ancient villages, occasional châteaux and friendly horses grazing peacefully under the early summer sun. When we go there, and lately we do that quite often on a Sunday afternoon, we usually stop here and […]
Strolls through Paris, be they shopping trips, cultural tours de force, or leisurely balades along the Seine, have one thing in common: they never fail to make everyone hungry. On a usual Saturday, this is when we will find ourselves, sometimes way ahead of the common hour for a French déjeuner, in some casual bistrot […]
A while ago, my friend Oksana gave me the most enchanting gift: a jar of rose petal jam from her mother´s garden. It was of the prettiest colour, a dark deep pinkish red, with countless little petals throughout and that floral perfume that´s almost more beguiling when it ascends from a jar. I really love that kind of old-fashioned flower recipe, and the idea of a having […]
The longer I´ve lived in France, the more I dive into the delightful ocean that is French cuisine, but the more I also rediscover the gems of German cooking. The dishes from home didn´t play a big role in my kitchen for quite some time, not out of dislike, but rather because I was (and continue to be) so eager […]
Every child in France loves chouquettes, those golden little puffs topped with sugar grains. They´re sold at every bakery, the perfect little treat between lunchtime and dinner, or when forces are about to swoon on the playground. I adore them, too, especially when sliced and filled with whipped cream, then reminding of their larger German cousin, the `wind bag` (Windbeutel). […]
A bustling marché is one of my favorite places to be on a sunday morning. Aside from getting a sense of what´s local and in season, the best part of a good market trip is that you can discover something new every time, especially on weekends, when there´s just more of anything: More stands, more produce, the selection even […]
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