Lentils, celeriac and a cooking practice

Every so often, I find myself having a conversation about our family dinners or Pablo’s lunchboxes, and I notice that look in the…

A day of presence, connection & French madeleines

I have known Chloe for eleven years, since the day she was born. She is someone for whom I feel such love and affection, a lovely…

Asparagus & lavender salad, a bad day & an anniversary

Yesterday was the blog’s 2nd anniversary, and I had a crappy day. I felt obligated to force the gratitude out, for all the things…

Meals are our garden... & a Boursin, pea & ham clafoutis

I was having this conversation recently with a friend, we were talking about moods. Indeed with the unpredictability of life, the…

On trust and patience, & a sausage vegetable bake

Work deadlines, 45 minute tantrums, a botched recipe, piles of mail to go through.  Balancing self-care and being present with th…

Pumpkin fondue, & seeing the pretty mornings...

"C’est un joli matin", Pablo said at the breakfast table this morning. It is a pretty morning.  And it is. And he can …

Back... with gratitude & vanilla rosemary cherry tomatoes

So there's this French saying. It was the title of a comedy. La vie n'est pas un long fleuve tranquille. Life is not a lo…

Baked eggplant, figs & goat cheese... & the meaning of sharing

I've made this analogy here before, but I often think of parenting as blindly planting wild seeds in a garden, and waiting to…