Perpetuating a long time french tradition of love triangles, my head and heart are split in two : one goes to words and literature, while the other goes to food and cooking.
When I am not found writing or cooking, I might be biking to the movies in my new home of Rotterdam, visiting home in Paris or on my way to places I have yet to discover.
I see now better than ever how writing and cooking can be two sides of a same coin, to tell stories, to create atmospheres, to convey emotions. And I wonder in dismay how I can possibly have missed it for so long.
This, right here, is my best attempt at it :
Welcome to Mûr.