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Menu for Hope IV. Calling all foodbloggers from Europe – Appel à tous les blogueurs culinaires d’Europe

Foodbeam. Just in a glance, you’re likely to think ‘wow that girl loves her cake’. Well, I have to admit I do. To me, nothing feels as great as making pâtisserie. Call it an addiction, a passion or whatever, that’s the way it is. However, as it may not look like, my meals aren’t made […]

Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened – Gelée au caramel au beurre salé comme dans un rêve

[Dreamy salted butter caramel jelly] Sometimes, things don’t turn out the way you expect them to. It can be either sad. One day you know you’re in love – you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams*; and the second after, you learn he’s leaving for another country. Or happy. One […]

Lundi. Des patates – Pain moelleux aux pommes de terre

potato-bread-31.jpg [Potatoes on Monday* - Tender potato bread]

Ever since those two weeks, which I restlessly spent mostly mixing flour, butter and yeast or shaping croissants and brioches, I’ve been a bread-making addict.
It seems to have that double-effect-factor. The act of making the dough come together in a nice smooth ball certainly is relaxing, but the greatest part is the facial expressions of both my parents and sister when they bite into a warm slice of freshly baked homemade bread. And trust me, this is just priceless, and makes you forget that a couple of hours before your hands were stuck in a sticky mess [...]

Recipe: Potato bread

Harder better faster stronger – Une mousse aux chataîgnes to die for

[A to-die-for chestnut mousse] Before I can start with this, I need you to complete a little homework. Basically, I want you to rush to the nearest French supermarket (never told you it was going to be easy) with a spoon in your hand and a thick scarf in your bag. Once you’ve arrived, try […]

On missing Pierre Hermé Paris

Shortly after I received an email from Anna – the girl who used to bake all the viennoiseries, tart crusts and cannelés, and turned out to be a lovely friend -, I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic about the overwhelming ten weeks I spent at Pierre Hermé Paris. This is the place I want to […]