An autumn Sunday coffee
A slow September Sunday with spiced coffee, crepes and jam on the terrace. Not an everyday brew, but a little ritual I savour while the weather is still warm.
A slow September Sunday with spiced coffee, crepes and jam on the terrace. Not an everyday brew, but a little ritual I savour while the weather is still warm.
Stuffed courgette flowers inspired by an Italian friend and a garden full of surprises. A simple lunch that felt slightly adventurous and completely delicious.
Back from San Francisco and inspired by all the adventurous ice-cream flavours I tasted, I started experimenting at home. Green tea and elderflower turned out to be my favourite combination.
Snow outside, gingerbread in the oven, and Christmas almost here. A cosy pause between packing, knitting, and baking, with a well-loved gingerbread recipe that carried me through the season.
A brief return-to-London update and a food-led memory of Italy – real kitchens, generous hosts and meals worth remembering.
A broken oven meant no baking, but it didn’t stop dessert. A small experiment with no-bake cheesecakes, made to fit little cups, simply because smaller felt cuter.
Inspired by Little Paris Kitchen, these simple breakfast treats quickly became my new favourite morning indulgence. A small Parisian dream recreated at home – easy, comforting, and very easy to love.
A spring visit to my London garden, a childhood love of sorrel soup, and my mum’s genius trick for making spinach taste like something else entirely.
A story about food, overindulgence, and finding distraction in knitting, crochet, and a very good truffle recipe.
Stepping away from London life, learning the café world, and noticing how a change of pace can quietly reshape everyday routines.