I am one lucky girl: my man loves food as much as I do and he loves cooking even more! He’s also a vegetarian, but no one is perfect… (just joking!)
We are both olive-crazy and can gobble them at a scary pace. That is why he decided to cure his own olives, so that we always have a healthy supply of olives we can rely on at home… what a grand idea that was!
One of the things I missed most about France when I arrived here 6 years ago was good bread and croissants. I didn’t mind the rectangular loaves and toasts, but after a while I was really craving a good old crunchy baguette. I don’t want to mention the first croissants I came across, some horrible, tasteless dough molded into a vague croissant shape, bouark!