Since I’ve started my blog, which means 6 months ago, the list of my preferences on the left side of my laptop’s screen has grown enormously. In fact, I keep a large number of recipes taken from other blogs that I want to try myself. When I write in my comments: “I’ll do it again,” it’s not just small talk, I really intend to try it. Read more
Some months I saw on Angie’s blog this amazing sweet bread, almost a cake, that immediately captured my attention. I had never heard about this “Kranz Cake”, but when I did some research I immediately realized that I was one of the few who didn’t know what it was. I still remember that Angie replied to my enthusiastic comment inviting me to make it again.
Sometimes I wake up listless, without any desire to cook. There is nothing to do. I eat what my fridge gives me without any hesitations. It is useless to force me when I ‘m in this mood, the only thing is hoping that it goes away quickly. On the other hand, there are days when I wake up with lots of energy and desire to spread my energy around, without the slightest sign of sluggishness. After a really tiring phase, often some new energy comes back to cheer me up. Sometimes the level of this new energy is so high that it turns into impatience. Read more
Food in a way is like fashion. There are times when recipes or ingredients know their heyday. I noticed that the bread nowadays is having its time. Talking about bread, there are many varieties indeed, from ingredients to shapes and colors. It is clear that these “magnificent creatures” have always fascinated me. For this reason, during a cold afternoon of hot teas and an inevitable stop to the bookstore, I bought the book “The book of buns” without hesitating. By the time I got home, I was dreaming of stopping time and making all the breads that were in the book. Read more
Ok now that Valentine’s Day has passed, we can put away chocolate and heart molds and be focused on February again hoping that it will run away fast. But I have to keep my feet on the ground, in Montreal it’s still winter, and that’s why I can’t stop thinking about soups. Today’s soup is the cream bread, I love it! It is a sweet memory of Florence and my mother, from whom I have inherited neither the genes nor the character, but surely the passion for cooking that keep us united, even if we are oceans apart. Read more