These tiny, almost impossibly perfect little Forelle pears are the kind I could only imagine in an Hironymous Bosch painting. They weigh almost nothing...

My grandmother was in love with aspics and jellies. She made them into garden salads that jiggled. She made them into coral pink fish that you would eat...

I know. I should show you the fresh raspberries. The bottle of imported balsamic vinegar. The fruity olive oil and fragrant local honey that went into...

       Don't rush. Let's enjoy our breakfast, he said. The papers were laid out. A fresh baguette from the...

      I write down almost every meal I have ever enjoyed in my diary. And I have a lot of diaries stacked on the bookshelf....

Cooking with a French accent..