by Laura
1 March 2011
My Norwegian grandfather had something of a love affair with butter; he loved a pool in which to cook an egg or some hash, or a thick smear on toast. But mostly, it was his tableside companion at every home-cooked dinner I can remember eating with him, and he was not shy with it. A [...]
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by Laura
16 February 2011
I don’t know whether to write a love poem to the Breton people, to David Lebovitz, or to kouign amann itself. Oh, I love you, all three of you! I have been daydreaming about a homemade kouign amann since I found out this week that a long lost friend from childhood has been living in [...]
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