It made a lasting impression and it deeply fulfilled my soul. Madame Maillard brought it out in a cast iron pan not much larger than a des...

  As a child of the 80s, the crème caramel was the epitome of all desserts for me. As a daughter of an hotelier I spent a lot of the 80s giv...

When many of us think of French cuisine we tend to automatically link it to haute cuisin e. It is the foundation of French cuisine evolvi...

It feels good to be back home! After over 3000 kilometers through the Normandy from Étretat to Mont Saint Michel then over to the Pays D’...

The weather has changed and showing itself from its glorious side. It’s like summer in spring! The winter was an extremely mild one and by...

The year is 1895 at the height of the Belle Epoche, a time filled with great optimism in France. Paris boasts of its newest acquirement, ...

The Holiday time is often brimming with emotion, where anxiety, cheerfulness and the grey areas are entwined with each other. There will ...

  How did this happen? And how come it happened so soon? And am I really ready? Do I have a choice? These were just a few of the many quest...

  Could these possibly be the last of the strawberries for the year? It seems not too long ago that we were just getting excited about the s...

I complain of it sometimes but truth be told I am guilty of it too. Trying to be faster than the fast-paced life we are living in. A tou...

Coconut lemon meringue pie, Indian carrot halwa, tiramisu or saffron kulfi – desserts were my mother’s specialty. She was a spectacular...

    The waitress, still smiling patiently, brought us another round of frothy cappuccinos, a heart drawn in cocoa on the thick froth of ea...

   Hello December! You’ve arrived with a storm, taking us all in your wintery grasp and covering us in a deep fluffy white blanket. Each yea...

  It started to snow on Monday. Big, fluffy flakes, so that now Weimar is under a slightly light white blanket. But it’s not going to s...

   My father was often away. Traveling the globe to different locations, sometimes far off and exotic other times close to home and familia...

   We’d sit on the concrete wall in the sweltering heat waiting for the big yellow American school bus to come around and pick us up. To me ...

I am still encased in the wonderful bliss of Norway. Although my body seems to be back in Weimar, I seem to have left my mind, spirit and m...

   I've made you wait for this - haven't I? I began receiving emails and FB messages asking me if I had forgotten about my promise t...

   Procrastination has a new name – MEETA! I do not think I have ever done a Daring Bakers ’ challenge this late in the three years I’ve bee...

  Mr. Chadwick would be the hero of this post. Without him coming into my life I am sure it would not be filled with romance, intrigue, adve...