Les Poissonchats

You know about that divine smell of making baked apples? I think it’s THE most absolutely Godliest nostalgic smell.   The one you see here in the picture is a trial I’ve baked to accompany the duck we’ll have on Christmas Eve. I baked them in my woodfired stove overnight, at very low temperature probably as… Read more

To think, I said to my husband, that Suzanne most likely stood exactly here, buying a box of nougatines, it must have been this chocolaterie, for I found the box in the attic back when we tidied up the place.  Visiting an old fashioned chocolaterie is giving me so much nostalgia, especially when it’s one… Read more

Planning Christmas Dinner, for me, is a very serious and, as far as merriment goes along with solemnity, happy business. Come the first fairylights and wreaths of the season and a significant portion of my thoughts are taken up with the question of all questions: What will there be for Christmas Dinner!  All my Christmas… Read more

When I was little I was taught to always be polite and whenever I’d cross someone in the street, that I was to greet them and smile. Now that was easy in the village, where everybody knew everyone, but I remember it got quite complicated in town. Also there were so many people, and I… Read more

Now tartan probably is more of a Scottish, and then British maybe or even American thing (think Ralph Lauren) but I can’t but feel ever so nostalgic around tartan on Christmas. I’m still looking for a wide and ample taffetta tartan skirt and until I have found it, my beautiful tartan throw will have to… Read more

This is the WHAM! sequel I suppose. When I learnt to ski I was a tiny tot, back in the days there were no queues at the lifts and people would wear anoraks in screaming colours. My skiing teacher probably was very good looking, back in the days skiing teachers all were very good looking,… Read more