Posts from — January 2016

French Breakfasts 4

January 27, 2016



Last year we were fortunate enough to go to Europe – Croatia and France – to celebrate a dear friend’s birthday. It’s no secret I’m a huge francophile. The french chapter titles and macarons in my first book, The Colour of Tea, no doubt gives that particular game away. If I could I’d be one of those people who split the year between New Zealand and Europe; you know, just casually, but ahhhh….#reality??!!! I love France and the more I see of the country the more there is to see. My first trip was in a campervan named Fred with my friend, Brad, when I fell in love, hard, with Dordogne, Brittany and Paris. Those places never left my memory or my wishlist to scoot back to as soon as I could get the chance.


As always, food plays a part in my romance. Of all the meals I love best in France breakfast is my absolute firm favourite. Who does breakfast, that potentially dull meal, better than the French? The flaky pastries, the bright jams, the dark, thick bowls of chocolate. During our most recent trip we stayed at several Bed and Breakfasts (much better and easier than hotels when travelling with tots, see my blog post here!) and were spoiled with breakfasts fit for royalty. Not permitted to dine and dash, each one featured several courses – cheeses, eggs, gently poached fruit, local specialties, hand-squeezed juices and breads – and long conversations about education, politics and history.




When you are in love with a place there is no souvenir you can bring home to adequately remind you of the memories you made there. Nothing to replicate the multi-sensory experience – smells, sounds, touch and taste. Photographs are too lifeless, trinkets are just trinkets. But food can almost do the trick; which is why we have been having french breakfasts at home lately.






It sounds much fancier than it really is. Here is the recipe: Firstly, I don’t make courses, don’t even bother with anything savoury, instead going straight to the sweet-stuff (my modus operandi). I would like to say I make the croissants from scratch but I don’t. I buy them par-baked and frozen, made by Paneton, and then just pop them in the oven after a brush with egg. I buy Bonne Maman jam – the cherry one is drippy and delicious – and pair it with Lewis Road butter because NZ dairy gets a thumbs up from me. I fill a huge teapot with cocoa, sugar, dark chocolate, boiling water and milk to make enough french-style hot chocolate for all of us. We use paper napkins. The girls pick flowers from the garden and put them in little glass bottles. I use a linen tablecloth. We eat off melamine plates I bought at Mont Saint-Michel, with pictures of princesses and dinner etiquette written in french. So it seems fancy but it’s not. Still, it embodies a little of what I love about true french breakfasts. Things hot and sweet and decadent, attention paid to settings and company. Flowers, a little frill, a moment to appreciate good food and good company. And, most importantly, an absence of rush.

Clearly, the little people agree with me… (Although that could be chocolate / jam / pastry love going on in that expression there)




Do you recreate food from your travels? What are your favourite food + travel memories?




PS. You can read more about our European trip avec Littles here and here.  Plus, Beth of BabyMac fame, was on part of the trip too, you can go spy on her incredible photos if you like. Here is her Nine Things to Love about Croatia, Top tips for Long Haul Flights with Kids and a Wrap-Up / Best of the Best of the Entire, Incredible Adventure.


PPS. That top photo was taken at our all-time favourite accommodation in San Malo, Brittany, a bed and breakfast named La Malouinière des Trauchandières. The huge, beautiful house is an old ship Captain’s house from the 1700’s, set on five acres of land. Our breakfast with Agnes and Claude featured fresh baked brownies, the famous, local yoghurt, poached apricots and eggs with knitted covers. We loved our meal so much that Claude burned a copy of the music that was playing during it and gave it to us before we left. I wanted to adopt Agnes and Claude and bring them home in my suitcase.

In: Food, From Hannah, Kids and Parenting, Travel

This Calls For: Jam Tarts 2

January 21, 2016

Celebrations–don’t you love them? Birthdays, yes, but also seasons, babies, raises, whatever gets you cake. Today I felt a celebration coming on, but of a different kind. Hannah’s written before about the job of being a writer and how some days are good and some not so good. And I know she’d agree with me that we artists shouldn’t complain because we get to make art and that’s, well, kind of frivolous. (I’m not saying the arts aren’t important–believe you me, I’m a big supporter of the Humanities on all levels. But as this wise lady says, making art is mostly not the same as doing open heart surgery on someone.  It’s necessary, but it’s not a defibrillator.)




Which is to say (whew!) that while I won’t whinge about the difficulty of making art, the celebrations–the real, relief-filled, soul-satisfying ones–can be kind of few and far between. So when they actually happen, it feels like a big deal (to us, in our little writing spaces, with likely no one around to hear our little cheers).

Maybe I’ve worked this into too much anticipatory lather–no, I didn’t get a six figure book deal (anytime, universe!). But I had one of those days. I’ll call it a YES day. It wasn’t even the day I handed something in or finished a big story. It was just one of those rare days when I wrote my ass off and got somewhere and felt like I might even be able to keep 40% of the words. It felt like YES when so many other writing days feel like MEH, or NO WAY or UGH or SNORE.

Huzzah. Jam tarts were in order.


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The thing about jam tarts (my jam tarts, anyway) is they are such easy, un-pretty, childhood-memory-filled morsels, yet they give just as much celebratory pleasure as a big slice of chocolate cake. [Damn. Now I want chocolate cake.] There’s the miniature factor and the cute factor and the jamminess factor. They’re just pastry and jam, for goodness sake. Isn’t it a bigger feat for two lowly ingredients to achieve that nostalgic power than the ten that go into fussy old chocolate cake (love you!)? All hail the jam tart, I say. Strawberry or apricot or plum or what have you. And all hail YES days.








I often use Smitten Kitchen’s pastry recipe to great success and pair it with homemade strawberry-rhubarb or apricot jam. And this time I paired it with this perfection in a cup.




In: Food, From Ria, Writing

Walking on beaches 7

January 13, 2016

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I have a theory that whatever natural feature, resource, phenomenon surrounds you when you are young embeds itself into your psyche. It forms a part of who you are. If you grew up by mountains, you are going to crave mountains. If you grew up near fields, you’re going to need open space.


There was a beach at the bottom of the hill, a fifteen minute walk, from where I grew up. Mum says I was one of those children that wasn’t graced with modesty early and was still lolling about in the sand, buck-naked, at a time when most kids were concerned about such things (I’m talking six years old or so, in case you were worrying). I remember afternoons at that beach, with neighbouring families and primary school friends, efforts to dig the deepest hole and doing “supermans” on the waves. There were rock pools to paddle in and sea anemones to prod fingers in. Once a month or so, the Bird Rescue lady would come down with boxes of injured blue penguins, to let them splash in the rock pools. Bruised and broken, missing eyes or bits of flippers, I thought they were the sweetest things I had ever seen.

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In: From Hannah, Kids and Parenting

To the New 5

January 7, 2016

Here we are in 2016 and around here, snow has fallen. Temporarily. Our snow never stays long–in fact it’s turning to slush as I write. But there’s something about starting a new year (as arbitrary as that whole thing is) with a new look that’s really appealing. We get snow so infrequently that when it happens, there’s that extra sense of wow, the world is completely new. And when things are completely new, anything can happen, right? A good way to start another year.




So here’s to lots of new things, like this (huzzah!) and Hannah’s third book and adventures in food and words and trips into nature. Here’s hoping 2016 is the best year yet.









In: From Ria, Seasonal