You make me merry, make me very very happy - Les florentins de mon arrière grand-mère

To me, nothing feels as comforting as the perfumes that always filled my great grandmother’s house. That slight musky scent from the thin layer of dust, which used to cover the bibelots that sat on the wooden shelves. Those green, almost lemongrass-like, notes - most certainly la verveine [verbena herbal-tea] she had before going to […]

Mais où est ma lucky star - Cake au miel, romarin et gorgonzola

[Where is my lucky-star - Honey, rosemary and gorgonzola loaf cake]

Before I start I should warn you. When I’m sick, I love to complain. And well, as my body temperature has now reached 39.7°C, I guess I wouldn’t be wrong if I said I am indeed ill. For the third time in less than a […]

Presque comme la tarte aux pommes de mon enfance - Tarte aux pommes rapées, au miel et au poivre noir

[Almost like my childhood’s tart - Black pepper, honey and apple tart]

My dad makes the finest apple tart ever. I mean, he truly does.
The crust is thin and crisp. Although, he uses store-bough rolled shortcrust pastry, he gets it paper-thin by making good use of his favourite wooden rolling pin. The apples are soft, sweet […]

Remember, remember, the fifth of November – On getting insane and on the most delicious walnut tart ever

I don’t know about you, but sometimes, I do feel like I’m getting insane. Wait, I am insane.
I just signed up for NaBloPoMo. Yes, I know, I’m five-day late. And yes, I know - or more accurately - I don’t know how the heck I am going to post every single day for the next […]