I am making a resolution to read the recipe before I start cooking; I like to set myself achievable goals, and it would be nice not to have to shout at myself so often. This delicious Panade de Pommes is packed with … Continue reading
As I waited for the coffee to percolate in our cold kitchen this grey morning, in that “no man’s land” between happy Christmas and nervous New Year, I spotted a glint of gold through the oven window. A tray of … Continue reading
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The cattle are lowing, looking frozen while lowing: the trifle is completed and loaded in the car; the hall is decked with boughs. See you after Christmas.
I’m in the middle of making trifle. I’m using the recipe from “The Prawn Cocktail Years” by Simon Hopkinson and Lindsey Bareham which recommends Amaretti biscuits or macaroons as a base. All the Amaretti biscuits had disappeared from our local … Continue reading
Today I shall be mostly eating Madeleines. This is not on account of a drug induced feeding frenzy nor of a sudden gluttonous urge, but on a failure of basic cooking sense. I blame LBC. My hands were too busy … Continue reading
The greyness of this morning demands an injection of warmth and colour. Soft yellow brioche combined with summer reminiscent apricot jam will do that for me. A delicious vanilla perfume emanates from the toaster, declaring that this is not a … Continue reading
Breadcrumbs on a leek tart Breadcrumbs have become big in my life. They had held a very lowly position in my cookery vocabulary until recently. I had always imagined them as a dessicated coarse powder of dried bread that would … Continue reading
On the 4th of December, this year, a ton of oysters was stolen from an oyster cultivator, Anne Dubouy, in the prime oyster production area of Marennes in the Charente-Maritime. It happened at night. The thieves chose the most commercially … Continue reading
After four years as a customer at her small farm nearby, Mme Roustand actually asked me my name. I buy wonderful eggs and vegetables from her, but not as often as I should. We live in a tiny farming hamlet … Continue reading
