I'm fortunate to live in one of the most beautiful places in the world, doing work I love, surrounded by a circle of true friends that is growing all the time. So happiness should come easily, right? Sometimes, though, it's not that simple, and like anyone else I need to remember what makes me happy even as I get swept up in the swirling currents of life.
Vancouver: Artisan donuts
After centuries of making fun of our cuisine, the French have suddenly embraced all things Anglo with a passion. In Paris it seems that everywhere you turn someone is dressing up hot dogs or piling gourmet ingredients onto burgers.
Vancouver: Eating on The Drive
It was ten years ago that I founded Edible Paris and Les Petits Farcis, my Nice cooking classes, after an inspiring trip to Montreal. It has also been ten years since I last set foot in Canada.
Lemon soufflé cake
It will be two more months before I can bite into a juicy French gariguette or ciflorette berry that signals the real beginning of red fruit season. In the meantime, thankfully, there is citrus fruit: vivid lemons, the last of the local clementines, bergamot, bitter oranges for marmalade, and - just occasionally - the deeper orangey-yellow Meyer lemon.
By the time I have chatted with my favorite farmers and sipped coffee on a sunny terrace with the friends whose paths inevitably cross mine, I often find that there is no time left to cook lunch.
Fast food à la française: gratin de ravioles
At the supermarket, I spend most of my time avoiding "convenience" foods. But, if I snub the frozen pizzas and star chefs' fancy prepared meals, there is one pre-made food I have come to love: the little ravioli variously known as ravioles de Royans
or ravioles du Dauphiné
Uplifting yoghurt cake with bergamot and pear
I am aware that I have neglected this blog for a long time, and without making any reckless promises I would like to remedy that this year. I am going to start with a baby step: a short post about a simple cake that may change your life.
Ten days in Guatemala
Guatemala, where one of my oldest friends has lived on and off since the 1970s, seemed the perfect destination to satisfy my thirst for adventure.
"I love you mozzarella"
Like all border towns, Ventimiglia attracts hordes of shoppers in search of a bargain. This mostly involves cheap alcohol - can someone explain why Pastis costs less in Italy than in the south of France? - and handbags or sunglasses that come with fake labels and the risk of a hefty fine should the border police decide to do one of their frequent spot checks.
On the trail of Ines
Fashion and I never really did hit it off — fashion people don't seem to eat anything, for one — but thanks to an editor with a great sense of humor and my youthful enthusiasm I managed to pass myself off as a minor authority for a couple of years.