belated happy banana bread day.

Yes, it’s not an UK national day but I like commemorations. Why the hell can’t I commemorate it? And why the hell can’t I create my own national days? Ok, with that all cleared up let’s bake a banana bread on this saturnine Sunday afternoon. It will be my Oscars night’s snack. This is a…

madeleines au dimanche.

I love watching BBC on a Saturday morning. It’s filled with culinary gems and yesterday I found yet another one, the lovely Rachel Khoo. Loved her cozy Paris apartment though too small for me (she is tiny but come on, how could she not get crazy in that small cabinet of hers? And she had to…

the tarte tatin that did not get away.

As a Sunday ought to be, I am feeling lazy today. I am entitled to, damn it. Even when you do something that you love one has times that a bucket of ice-cream and the new series of “Madam Secretary” is far more interesting. When I’ve worked for others, despite having to work for a couple…

dinner at snaps + rye.

I have already mentioned that I love my neighbourhood. However, I would like to state it again (you are going to hear this a lot, tough luck). We are truly lucky to be surrounded by such an amazing array of stores and stalls and restaurants and delis. And these are run by the kindest, smiliest…

sneezes and savoiardi biscuits.

Feeling under the weather but with a smile from ear to ear. I just love when hard-working humble people win. Federer, it was a pleasure trying to hold my restless puppy from going outside for a piss. You are living proof that you don’t have to be a dick to conquer the world. And age is…

lazy like a sunday morning. well, actually, like any other morning.

I am not much of an early riser as I L-O-V-E to sleep (always did) but morning is my favourite part of the day. There’s nothing quite its light. When we do get the sunshine in London (can’t really complain, thought it would be a lot worse). A contradiction then. Love morning light but can’t wake up…