Moving to France for me was inspired by the heady culinary pursuits of chicken liver pâté and pomme frites. But no other moment sparked as much gastronomic joy as the moment the patisseries dip a menagerie in chocolate and tie it all up in grosgrain. I’m talking about Easter! There is no greater testament to the French expression of art and culinary craft as the proud moment the big chocolatiers showcase their signature eggs of the year. Behold, my very subjective top-3.
3. For the lover of Easter fantasy and the eternal believer in the Easter bunny, gastronomic fairy tales fall in the trusty hands of Fachon, responsible for this 60cm masterpiece of 70% pure cocoa Venezuelan dark chocolate.
I’ve really got the best of both worlds, food styling and illustrating. I love collaborating on photo shoots, the lengthy French lunches and the back-patting and high-fiving that I have shared when creating a beautiful image. And illustrating indulges my introverted ways: all-day NPR, working barefoot and making cakes when distracted. But it’s a bit lonely working from home. When the self-talking begins, I know it’s time to get out of the house. Even without a set coffee date, I have acquired a few places where I am warmly greeted and can regain a pinch of sanity before mon mari gets home at night.
Today I have found my new place, Holybelly. I met Nico and Sarah, its kind and charismatic owners, a few months back at a dinner hosted by Kinfolk Magazine. Since their pending café promised their contagious passion for good food and hospitality, I began counting down the days. The grand opening was today!
A perfect latté and pecan cookie were just what I needed to fuel a massive to-do list and carry on with my day.