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It's in season, it's gorgeously golden and sweet, it's the Mirabelle plum! It's likely to be unknown to most of you who live outside France - it grows in the Lorraine and Vosges region, as the clever pictogram on my map shows: It's the princess of plums and the plum of princesses. Yes. You'll enjoy it as such, or cut in quarters (painstakingly), and artistically arranged on a More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Mirabelle plum tart Worse than the administration penpushers, and one rung down on the evolution ladder, are security staff members. Getting a visa, albeit diplomatic, requires you to pay two visits to the consulate. When I first dropped my application, it was almost 30°C in Paris so I wasn't wearing much. A mini skirt and a tshirt. And I was still sweating like an angora rabbit trying to get a suntan on a More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Marbré pistachio cake
Do you remember those shiny exciting days when you were young and foolish and thought that eating a teaspoon of chocolate powder was bound to be a more intense experience than, say, dissolving the powder in a predictably boring bowl of hot milk? Yeah, you do. You also remember coughing so much the powder would actually come out of your nostrils and make you look like Puff the Magic More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Date Maamouls  |
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