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Be kind, rewind – Cake weekend au citron et confit de clémentines à la vanille

As I was diligently peeling a stampede of organic lemons to turn them into neat candied squares – a pretty lengthy task if you consider all the steps involved – the pungent scent brought down memories of a now long-gone day.
Rewind.
As Guillaume wakes up – or more accurately, as I push the snooze button of [...]

Ouh la menteuse, elle est amoureuse – Granola aux noix de pécan, sirop d’érable et banane

[Oh the lier, she has a lover* - Pecan, maple syrup and banana chips granola]

Do you remember when, a couple of days ago, I told you that 1) I had no recipe to share, and 2) Jamie’s chicken is the base of our food diet?
(I made sure to quote the two facts above so it’s [...]

De battre mon coeur s’est arrêté – Croissants parfaits

[To beat, my heart stopped - Perfect croissants]

The most paralysing feeling. This is what I felt as I woke up this morning.
Just the thought of an empty day ahead of me was enough to make me feel numb. Wide awake and yet, unable to move. The time had stopped. For a day.
Too tired to eat [...]

SHF, so highly frisky – Cupcakes à la noix de coco fraiche et à la ricotta

[Fresh coconut cupcakes with ricotta frosting]

It all started with the crazy cool idea of making my own coconut extract. Something I had been dreaming about for years without thinking I would actually one day get rid of the horrid fake-tasting stuff my cupboard is full of (I tend to stock it every time I visit Jane Asher’s shop because it tends to disappear quite quickly).

Now it’s done. Delicious coconut extract, which also happens to make delicious vodka shots [...]

Something glorious is about to happen – Blueberry focaccia

blueberry focaccia Apparently, it’s been a month since I last told you about this beautiful blueberry focaccia. A month.

And no, I’m not going to ramble on how time flies; I’ve done that too much in the past already. Not that I don’t like to complain – you know I do; but well, I’m just too tired and unhappy.

Or at least I was too tired and unhappy until it all happened [...]