The fantasy : Perfect Mother that I am, baking gingerbread "skeleton" and "pumpkin" cookies with my five-year-old is a b...

The nights are growing nippy here and it's dark by 6pm, but I'm not complaining. For me, the official end of the scorching Niçois su...

Sorry tomatoes, we had a great time this summer but you are already no more than a distant memory. Squash have caught my eye, their colors a...

There is no denying that the Métro strike is irritating: how cruel and inhuman to shut down the only line that leads directly to the Salon d...

Not all creatures find raw quinces unbearably hard and astringent. As I finally cut into the golden fruits that had been filling my kitchen...

Buying food couldn't be easier at this time of year, as the market stalls beckon with the voluptuous and bizarre: jet-black trompette d...

When I moved to France in my mid-20s I left a life of domesticity behind. I had been playing housewife since I was 19 and it was time to go ...