We had been driving for eight hours in pounding rain and fog only slightly less puddinglike than riz au lait . Finally, after many wrong tur...

Spring has been in a playful mood this year, getting our hopes up only to dash them like the wave that swept through our beach picnic yester...

My blog's first birthday is coming up and I'm feeling generous. Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, as I'm off to Italy tod...

My love affair with French food began with pâtisserie and I still take pride in knowing where to find the best, from Pierre Hermé's pass...

I wasn't planning to bring you a bread recipe today, but when this chubby loaf came out of the oven I found it irresistible. It's th...

With deadlines looming like thunderclouds I've barely had time to breathe this week, let alone turn my mind to blogging. But I did find ...

With leaves like Cruella's spiky fingernails and a spirit just as malicious, this is not a vegetable to be taken lightly. The spiky Ital...