Meringue blossoms the “Pollock” way

On conquering my Everest, meeting a Princess & a Pollockian moment! This Sunday was filled with Birthday cakes, playing in a Tippee & a first meeting with our friends’ new Baby Girl. As usual on foggy days, I feel courageous, and decided to tackle one of my most irrational fear: Meringue to bring as an edible gift! These…

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Chocolate Chia Seed Pudding for the Picky

To those who read my previous posts you know that I’m a picky eater, or “discerning gastronome” as I prefer to brand it. Which means that despite my adoration for all things food I rarely am among the first one to hop on the latest food trend, ingredient, or “healthier alternative discovery”. First because usually all the…

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Let the good times roll!

There are times in life when it seems like everything is possible; times during which the cards that may have been once ours can be reshuffled and opportunities that were previously concealed are revealed. These moments feel almost miraculous, and are too rare to be forgotten. They are celebrated, fondly remembered and more often than not, they have a flavor…

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Feeding Bébé .. Yeah right!

There is this expression in French “la pomme ne tombe pas loin de l’arbre” which neatly translates to “The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”. As a parent, once I came to term with the fact that my picky eaters were probably just taking after me, it made it much easier to relate to them and…

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Foggy day & Sweet potato gnocchis

Unlike most people, I love foggy days! The thicker the fog, the more cosy and serene the mood. Living near the sea in Kalasatama, I have enjoyed those early spring mornings when, as the temperature slowly rises, it is as if the whole world is gently wrapped in a cotton blanket. The feathery brume envelops the brick…

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Crisp & Golden Chicken Shnitzel

Is there anything more delicious than hot bits of crispy breaded meat? When I was a kid my father used to imitate us trying to pronounce “shnitzel” correctly and to that day still calls them “snitshel” when he prepares them for us. To me, they evoke family holidays by the sea and are forever associated to the…

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Lost in the Middle of Nowhere!

  I’m an Urban Animal. I long for the muffled noise of traffic through the windows, the agitation of the city, the pulsating lights of the metropolis beats at my rhythm. I love Helsinki. As a city, I find it strangely human; it is surrounded by the sea, parks and trees everywhere; and has a softness that I am yet…

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Ladies Night out #2 – Danielle & A Mexican evening

I don’t commit easily… One very good example is the mental torture I submit myself and others when I read a menu at the restaurant! It’s so hard for me to pick a single dish; to me, it feels like a medley of all the options would be such a preferable alternative. Usually, once I have lobbied…

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Hungry in Copenhagen 1/3 – Food display 

Whenever I visit a city… any city, I make a point to find their local markets & food stores. If there is an open market; I will be there comes rain or comes shine! I find that walking in a city’s market place or food stores tells a lot more nuanced story about the place, its people and the type…

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Nostalgia, Shakshuka and a French Loaf

February is here… Around this time I usually start to feel a bit homesick. The winter stretches to no end, and our spring trip to France feels still far away…  Luckily on the way from work I can stop by Anton & Anton and shop around for “fancier” ingredients to spice up the daily routine. Today’s pick:…

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It’s Ok; it’s Candy day everyday!

Being a French parent in Finland requires elegant navigation between two surprisingly different parenting cultures. One vivid example was the first time I discovered “karkkipäivä” (translated to  “Candy day” – limiting when children can have candies to 1 day of the week – usually on the week-end) I was pretty adamant that this would most probably not work in our home. In France…

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I am an Anarchist… baker

I’m not much of a baker… there is a simple reason for that: I can’t follow a recipe to save my life. I’m more of a “Recipe book for inspiration” type of a person. I’ll browse at the perfect looking picture and imagine 100 ways how I can twist the recipe to make it mine….

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