We spent a lovely mother´s day weekend in the Normandy countryside, then the rain returned and would´t leave until Friday. Most of last week was therefore all about snatching the few bright moments between morning fogs, heavy clouds and rainy skies. On the good side, the bad weather allowed for a few more moments to enjoy some of those meals that, […]
Franglais – what charming coinage, a fusion of français and anglais, to describe a French scattered with English words. The longer I´ve lived in France, the more I realize how many anglicisms are actually used in every day speech. I´ve always thought French was relatively free from anglo-saxon imports, with French terms being used where the […]
On sundays, we often drive through Paris and stop at one of the countless parks, one of my favorites being Park Monceau in the 17th arrondissement. The neighbourhood surrounding is as elegant as the park itself: small, but merveilleux, a true gem with old trees, a small pond and perhaps the most beautiful manège (merry-go-round) of Paris. I […]
April in Paris – I´ve been humming this melody for weeks, picturing green trees, picnics in parks and chestnuts in blossom, just like Ella Fitzgerald dreams about in that timeless rhapsody of spring. It´s been my tune of the month, an earworm surrounding me all the time, coming from the radio, the iPod, echoing in my head. We´ve already had some beautiful […]
In my family, we have a tradition for embracing the holidays…coughing and sneezing. Easter was no exception, with the result of my kids and me being sort of knocked out one after the other, like dominos. My mother, who was visiting, and my husband even had to take over the kitchen, which happens rarely, but actually should happen more often. They […]
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Not long ago, the magnolias have started to bloom everywhere in the city. I miss mine back home in our garden in […]
It´s not that long ago since I tasted a Baba au rhum for the first time. Since childhood days, this had been the forbidden cake. As a little girl, I had seen the baba at the pâtisseries whenever I would go to France with my parents do some food shopping (I grew up in a corner of Germany […]
What to cook for old friends who come for a visit and arrive in pouring rain? Not even Paris looks good with that kind of weather, or, as Hemingway put it (in ´A moveable feast´): “All of the sadness of the city came suddenly with the first cold rains of winter, and there were no more […]
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