They put up the tree. With no help from me. I’ve taught them well. They’ve bought the presents – no help required, save for a few Naira bills. They’ve picked what they want to feast on. Croquembouche. Cinnamon Sugar Breakfast Puffs. Coffee 🙂 For Breakfast. I’ve decided on Lunch. Roast chicken. Potatoes. Suya-spiced Roasted Butter-nut squash....
I have reasons to be thankful, even if I am a desperado. Desperate to be American, in part…..purely to eat Turkey, or Turducken. Ok….we’ll have to settle on chicken. I am thankful for food on our table. Simple, fancy, tasty and homemade. Eaten with people to love. That I love. Thanksgiving on the third Sunday...
Imagine that? A day celebrating the delicate beauties that ‘macarons’  are? Not that I’ve attempted them recently……but I still love ’em, with heart and soul. Click on each photo to get to the ‘relevant’ recipe/post In Paris, where holidays are done right, it’s Jour du Macaron, and about eight hours ago, hundreds of thousands of schoolchildren...
Domestic goddess that I am. I’m in red raffia heels. OK….wedges. I feel like Nigella. Creme Fraiche on the go, 2 fruit cakes in the making (last Christmas’s success), this time the recipe is adjusted to include some Maltina and pureed lemon sugar. Its the creme fraiche that I’d like to start off with. Thankfully,...
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What are memories made of? Fragments of colored glass, perfect for life’s grand mosaic Pieces of patterned cloth for the patchwork quilt of our earth journeys And thick threads, for the tapestries we weave of the world