Tagliatelle Bolognese

Tagliatelle Bolognese

This recipe was a classic growing up, at least once a week we had spaghetti Bolognese. If we didn’t, it was weird. When my family came to visit this summer, I was not at all surprised when one of my sisters asked if I could make it for her. And I obliged obviously.
Making other people’s dreams come true, cooking wise I mean off course, I love. Seeing their faces when they eat, anxiously waiting for the verdict, good or not good. It’s all part of this sharing experience that cooking is to me. And they liked it. It was a happy evening at home.
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Hummus

Hummus

Three and half years ago I met my now husband for the first time. He is from Lebanon. I knew nothing about Lebanon at the time, not even hummus. Yes, yes, I know. Shame on me. Eventually I began to familiarize with Lebanese food, very, very slowly.
As cliché as it may sound, about 2 years ago, I decided that my first attempt at Lebanese food would be hummus. My husband said that not even in Lebanon people make their hummus, they just buy it, because it’s everywhere and it’s insanely good over there, so no need to go to all that trouble to make it. I am a stubborn lady though… I didn’t listen. Specially because the hummus we find in Paris is nowhere near as good as the Lebanese one.
So my quest for good, tasty and Lebanese approved hummus began. My first time was a disaster for many, many reasons, namely: I cooked too many chickpeas with not enough water, they were never properly cooked and to top it all off, I didn’t have a food processor, so I mixed the whole thing with a hand blender. It was a disaster. And my husband is a very honest man. He told me so.
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Mirabelle Orange Tart

Mirabelle Orange Tart

Summer is here. Or supposed to be... In Paris, it’s not very hot or sunny right now, you wouldn’t know it was summer if it were not for the fruits you can find at the market. That’s when you know that yes, this is the month of August. Yes, this is summer 2017. And no, you are not dreaming.
There are all kinds of plums at the Parisian markets right now, Reine Claude, red plums, little plums, and my favorite kind: mirabelles. They are small bites of heaven. They remind me of my friend Simon, and his mom. It was her who first introduced me to mirabelles many years ago, when I came to Paris as an exchange student to Sciences Po. They are as good now as they were then.
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