Rose Bakery III like to think I discovered Rose Bakery before just about anyone else.
Christmas traditionsWhen 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.
Hugues Foucher, a cheese iconoclastI've always thought that British cheese is underrated in France in the same way that Canada is underrated in the United States: few people give much thought to its existence.
Tofu with EtsukoI have to admit to having had no strong feelings about tofu, one way or the other, until I learned to make it myself.
November on the Italian RivieraWe celebrated Philippe's birthday by returning to Oneglia, on the Italian riviera.
Almond and pistachio granolaMuch has been written in in the blog world about granola, but I think there is always room for one more recipe.
Ten things I love about Paris according to Sam, age sixSeeing Paris through a child's eyes is one of the best ways to rediscover the city.
Lunch in the LoftThe 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.
The best sandwich in ParisJambon-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.
A weekend in LiguriaI'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.
A Niçois dinner at Paule's Parisian padWhen people ask me how I met
Paule Caillat, I usually laugh and say it was thanks to our hairdresser.
Fridge doorThank you to
Wendy for holding a fridge door
contest, with a cookbook to win.
Secret sushiA few weeks ago I would have sworn that there was no good sushi in Nice. It turns out that I just hadn't looked in the right place.
The best fruit vinegarsIt all started with a few tiny bottles, small enough to slip into my hand luggage without causing suspicion at the airport.