I remember Benoît Poulet telling me that he let his chickens run free in the forest, with the result that some fell prey to hungry foxes. Idealistic you might think, yet it’s this very quality that makes his restaurant in the tiny village of La Penne so exceptional.
I like to think I discovered Rose Bakery before just about anyone else.
When I started celebrating Christmas with Philippe and then Sam, I looked for recipes in cookbooks and on the Internet rather than in my mother’s scrapbook.
I have to admit to having had no strong feelings about tofu, one way or the other, until I learned to make it myself.
We celebrated Philippe’s birthday by returning to Oneglia, on the Italian riviera.
Much has been written in in the blog world about granola, but I think there is always room for one more recipe.
Seeing Paris through a child’s eyes is one of the best ways to rediscover the city.
The danger of inviting strangers into your home is that they might never want to leave, and it was 5pm by the time we all tore ourselves away, exchanging e-mails and promising to keep in touch.
Jambon-beurre. They are just two apparently humble ingredients, yet choose them carefully, tuck them into a crunchy-crusted baguette, add a swipe of Dijon mustard and you have one of the world’s most extraordinary sandwiches.
I’ve been to Italy more times than I can count, especially since I moved to Nice. So you would think I would stop getting so childishly excited every time I cross the border.