Category: fanny and
This past year was a tumble. A dive that started – what felt like – a few seconds ago. Possibly with a busy sunday lunch at the restaurant, with only Guillaume and I doing service. And to be honest we had no clue about how this whole restaurant thing worked. I remember our first ice-cream [...]
[The twenty-third - In the kitchen]
[The ninth - Chocolate and pretzels cookies in a jar]
Dreams are tough. High maintenance. You see after a short five-day week of work, my pile of laundry threatens to swallow my bedroom, the hair pompom I not-so carefully tie has become a knot that now has a life on its own refusing to cooperate; my bed gets shared with a Polaroid camera, the latest [...]
[Just a bit longer and it will be another day - Lemon meringue tart and lemon cake] If at times, nature compels us to slow down, I must admit I was slightly surprised when I saw the first lemons on my parents’ tree. Lemons in september feels like eating strawberries around Christmas time for me. [...]