Idyllic Sundays

Pumps of adrenalin surge through your veins as you cross the short expanse of the tennis court- legs flying over the green surface, breath gasping in short puffs, muscles stiffening in preparation for the impact;– then, all of a sudden, time stops. The ball falls slowly, exaggeratedly towards you as you screech to a stop,…

Christmas of Frivolity: Frivolité Macarons

So how did I spend my Christmas, you ask? None other than with my trusty, crumb-stained whisk, my caramel-encrusted saucepan, and my warmly endearing Gaggenau oven. I decided to embark on the perfect macaron conquest as with hundreds of other fellow pastry-chef-or-baker wannabes; much to the delight of my friends, much to the horror of my…

Christmas lovin’

People bake for relaxation, but I think it may be quite the opposite for me. I don’t feel quite as relaxed as I do tanning with a strawberry milkshake in the swimming pool. I find baking to be liberating, not relaxing. My thoughts are often hard to control and always spiraling in different directions- and…