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 […]
I was so delighted to find bergamots at the market lately, or rather they found me, making their way into my basket disguised as organic lemons. Not really paying attention, that´s what I mistook them for. Back home I realized what little golden gems I had purchased – bergamots aren´t so easy to get, and […]
So they´re finally over. Not only the holidays but also those precious days “in between”, when life slows down a bit, leaving me with some extra time to nest up with the family and take a moment to contemplate. Ok, the latter won´t really happen as long as toddlers are present doing their whirlwind-y jobs, […]
Sometimes inspiration literally comes from the street, even for baking Christmas cookies…
Try that! I bet you´ve never had hot chocolate made from a two thousand year old recipe! – When I came home all cold and wet the other day, caught off-guard by one of those hard to foresee (at least for me) Parisian rainshowers, that scene from Chocolat came to my mind: In the movie, […]
“Gathering the golden harvest through long summer days leaves a lasting sweetness to ripen in a man’s soul. The smell of newly carted hay can be a lasting memory even in strange cities.” Margaret Campbell Barnes When I was a child, the season of red currants would mark one of the highlights of summer. In a […]
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