It must've been around 5 pm when we arrived. Nicole's house was located on the edge of the Fôret d'Ermenonville, in one of those tiny little French villages that consists of little more than a dozen grey-walled houses lined along a single street, and the last few kilometers, even after a full day of cycling, had been pure bliss. [...]Read More
The start of summer is a special kind of time. No matter what the weather is like, when the month of June comes to a close, a certain atmosphere starts to permeate our minds, our bodies, our houses, our streets, our cities. Everyone is elated. Everything seems possible.Read More
It's official. The first year of baking class has come to an end.
It has been such a joy to ride my bike to school each Tuesday night and to bike/walk home with bags of bread and boxes of cake and pastries. It has been even more of a joy to find myself laughing so much during classes, to reconnect with an old friend and, most importantly, to learn so many small, but crucial things about baking.
I know we've already passed Easter, but do me a favor and think back to New Year's Eve for a second.
Did you drink champagne? Eat good food? Dance? Did you spend it with family? Friends? Both?
That last part is always a bit tricky. You can't be everywhere at once, right? This is why, almost ten years ago, my college friends and I started the tradition of a "Second New Year's." We find a date that suits everybody and get together for an ersatz new year's eve celebration. We dress up, we drink champagne, we exchange gifts and we count down. The whole shebang.