Category: tartes and pies
[Short time-management manual for people who tend to forget to wish their blog a happy fourth birthday]
Today I have a little contextual-behaviour exercise for you. Nothing overly difficult, but you’ll definitely end up with a positive knowledge on human actions and needs-related brains-alteration mechanisms.
So please, keep your pens and paper sheets on the table, and [...]
[Caramel and milk chocolate peanut tarts]
If you’re anything like me, you might have already experienced that subtle feeling of awkwardness which precedes the very first kiss you’re about to give to this new someone you quite like. And quite obviously, you can never forget the right-after-feeling as well.
Exciting. Electrifying. Paralysing.
I must confess I feel the [...]
There are probably a couple of things I should tell you before you go on with the reading of this post. One: don’t hate me. Two: as I’m writing this live from a lounge chair, wearing my very favourite Burberry bikini.
Now, I know it’s not spring – let alone summer – yet, and the fact [...]
Do you remember that time when cream pies were being thrown at foodbeam? Well, this would be so very appropriate. Again.
The thing is that, aside from the long overdue bûches de Noël manifesto and the launch of la moustache, I’ve made a promise to Tony. A promise about something very exciting.
A taste of Mediterranean. Seven [...]
This past Monday. Yesterday, in fact. I made a choice. One of the most critical choices I’ve ever been confronted to. The kind of choices that leaves you in an uncanny state of uncertainty; but definitely one that makes you happy, one that you can’t help but think about – days and nights and every second in between -, one that comes with a CAP (Certificat d’Aptitude Professionelle) pâtissier, chocolatier et glacier.
The tart. What can I say? An insanely delicious passion fruit ganache encased in a crisp pâte sucrée shell and topped with syrupy pineapple dices [...]