My Grandmother’s Tarte aux Pralines Was Never Pink Enough, and That Was the Point
The bright pink praline tart of Lyon, a stubborn grandmother, and the difference between a pastry shop window and a family table.
Bookseller in Lyon by day, home cook of very old family recipes by night, slow reader always.
The bright pink praline tart of Lyon, a stubborn grandmother, and the difference between a pastry shop window and a family table.
Not the prize winners. A field report from behind the counter on how weather, mood and umbrellas change what we read.
Potatoes, cream, garlic and time, and why my family refuses to let anyone add Gruyère.