Whether it’s ice cream, or gelato, when it comes down to it, I have three consistent favourites: Coconut, pistachio and almond. They’re the holy trinity of cream flavours for me.
With all the extensive gelato research I’ve been doing, I’ve found a new flavour to add to my favourites: Rice gelato.
Yes, rice flavoured gelato.
There was Chianti wine. Soft foccacia. Olive oil. Puntarelle salad. Roasted potatoes.
And 1.3kg of Chianina beef. Continue reading
I’ve come to realized that living in Paris has made me become a more paranoid person.
It gets pretty bad on the metro if you’re not watching your stuff, and I’m usually asked to sign/buy/join something several times a week. Continue reading
Yesterday was our last night in St. Etienne.
Originally, we planned to leave on the Friday, but JP, Evelyne and Aurelie insisted that we stay an extra day, so that we could experience this:
I love strong cheeses, with full flavour, and intense smells. If it’s made with unpasterized milk, all the better.
I could eat comté forever. I’ve recently also discovered morbier, a rich and creamy cheese with a line of ash down the middle that separates the morning’s milk from the evening’s milk.
Aurelie, Bruce and I went to the huge outdoor market at Yssingeaux this morning, and it was incredible. It was the biggest market I’ve been to so far, and the weather could have not been more perfect. Continue reading
These past few days, I’ve made 3kg of caramels.
…And sold them all. The caramel empire begins 😉
I absolutely love Aurelie’s grandparents. They are what I always imagined European grandparents to be: gentle, kind and so so very generous.
They live in a house built from their very own hands, and their garden is a utopia in the summertime. Last year, after leaving my very first lunch at their place, I left with enough produce for a week. They shoved carrots, potatoes, tomatoes and fluttery heads of lettuce into my hands, after just plucking them from the ground.
Mammi, as Aurelie affectionately calls her grandmother, is an excellent cook. She lives to feed her family, and you can taste it in her food. Pappy is full of stories and his eyes light up when he reenacts fond memories.
Eating is an extravagant affair at their place, and I always leave feeling a bit less graceful each time, barely able to waddle down their flower entwined porch.
I am a veteran, having eaten at her grandparent’s several times already. Today was Bruce’s first time. I gave him some advice before we drove off to Firminy, to see mammi et pappy. Continue reading
Friday afternoon, Bruce and I packed our bags and headed off to our next adventure: St. Etienne, a city just south of Lyon, where my dear friend Aurelie resides.
The agenda for the next two weeks is simply, to eat. Comme d’hab. Continue reading
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