Biscuits croustillants à la cannelle

[Crisp cinnamon biscuits] I don’t want fig leaf or oak bark infusion. I don’t want gimmicks and royal icing where it’s not needed. I want to explore flour, sugar, butter and eggs. Give me cinnamon. And whole wheat flour. Oats. And dark brown sugar. I want to look underneath a biscuit. And see a golden colour. And little ridges. And above all, I want to ...

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Éclairs au chocolat

[Chocolate eclairs] When trees are shaped like hearts; and breakfast means just-brewed coffee slash bike ride slash jonchée eaten as soon as I’ve taken my gum boots off. And we run barefoot in fields of frost. And the grass glows to the moonlight in a way only gems can. With la grande ourse [the great bear] and a feral cat as our only companions for ...

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