In a desperate attempt to keep up with the modern world (and being stuck in the 17th century really doesn’t help believe me), I would like to welcome you to a brand new Colloquial space . With your usual perceptiveness, you will notice how sketchy everything still is. Just ignore the clutter, will you (faites pas gaffe au foutoir, d’acc?). However you will not see that I’ m missing half
More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Pierre Hermé’s Diamonds
Last week I was lucky enough to receive a little ziploc through the mail, filled with dried morels kindly offered by Justin from Marx Foods, and the mission to come up with a recipe. I can’t say I looked very far. Pierre Hermé’s new book on Macarons (a jewel of a book that will make you an emotional wreck) and a foraging expedition upstate New York during which
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“Here she goes again with her stupid cookies cutters and crappy photomontages”. Well snap out of it people (faites pas la gueule) it’s now officially one of my specialties. But today I feel like I’m perfectly entitled to it. You see, I have the flu.
(here, dramatic pause to let people express their commiseration)
I’m feelin’ the pain (je dérouille sévère). No, I am, seriously. I’m going blind in my
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