Christine | July 21, 2010
This morning, I had the first English scone of this particular trip to the UK. It wasn’t one of Delia’s, I am afraid. It was pulled from a friend’s freezer, put in a recycled butter container with about six of its siblings, and brought to my place by said friend when she popped round for [...]
Christine | May 26, 2010
I had my first real croissant just about 13 years ago next month while visiting my husband’s aunt and uncle at their home, a refurbished 14th century gristmill sitting on a stream in the middle of the Loire River valley in France. It was a chocolate one. And I dipped it in a steaming bowl [...]
Christine | May 19, 2010
I’ve been secretly dreading my six-week pastry course due to a deep-seated fear that I will end up looking like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. He’s got the full-blown chef’s toque and I only have my stub of a hat. But my elastic waistband trousers and a billowy white coat, I fear, have enough expansion capacity [...]
