The Tartine !
I'm always torn between being on holidays and my home. I love both. I love the freedom of not setting an alarm, of forgetting what day of the week it is, and not having to rush back to work after lunch.
On the other hand, I love my kitchen. My pots, my wine glasses, my sharp knife. It's the little things.
I may now be back home and in utter contentment in my kitchen, but I'm still longing for the food and flavours of France.
With Winter all around us here in Melbourne and organic cauliflower in my veggie box delivery this week, this is my ode to the French open sandwich. That gorgeous word that rolls so smoothly and effortlessly off your tongue....Tartine.
