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She fell in love with the seaside – A year has passed

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 […]

Le vingt-trois – Dans la cuisine

[The twenty-third - In the kitchen]

Shut your eyes – Terrine de pommes caramelisées et streusel à la cannelle

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 […]

Love is to share, mine is for you – Moelleux au chocolat blanc et au miel, abricots fondants et glace à la pistache

[White chocolate and honey sponge with poached apricots and pistachio ice-cream] In my world, nothing matches the happiness of being in love. As a matter of fact, I love being in love. The goosebumps, the thrill, the excitement. Nothing. Except, perhaps, the development process of a new pâtisserie. It starts with an idea, jotted down […]

Dreams are made of this – A lobster thermidor

There are moments in my life when I couldn’t be happier. Many of them. An endless beach, with crab hunting and kisses in the wind. An unplanned slumber party, with a bed sheet fort and a torch. A note found rolled under my bed, with ink smears. A sneak at my feet, with a flying […]