We stayed in a cozy little attic on lively rue Montorgueil, just where it runs into Les Halles by the église Saint-Eustache (yay church bells!).
Our apartment was tucked up five flights in one of the historic buildings lining the pedestrian market street, and like our last apartment, this too had steep spiral stairs and no elevator. It seems we enjoy torturing ourselves.
What it lacked in terms of space and accessibility, it made for in natural light and charm. The apartment was incredibly bright; ample windows and skylights drown the space in so much light, it felt as if we were living in the sky.
Once you’ve schlepped all the way up those winding stairs, there’s yet another set of stairs (I guess that makes it 6 flights!) inside the suite that takes you up to this cozy hidden gem with all the comforts you’d need for a few weeks’ stay.
Save for taking a few day trips into West Virginia and having lived in Maryland, I’ve never really been to the South (Southern United States). Still, I’ve been eating black-eyed peas on New Year’s for good luck ever since I learned of the southern tradition.
It’s not that I believe in superstitions or have an affinity for southern traditions; I just like the idea of starting off the New Year with a ritual, plus, I really like black-eyed peas.
This is a little story about how we spent our Christmas and a jollof rice recipe.
We didn’t really plan for a Christmas dinner this year. Well, we sort of had a conversation about a menu months ago but couldn’t remember because we forgot to write it down.
A week or so to Christmas, I was at a dinner where a group of friends were reminiscing about past holidays when someone mentioned how much they missed their grandmother’s rice and peas. This had me thinking of the jollof rice my grandmother used to make at Christmas time, and how wonderful it’ll be if we made a big pot of jollof and served it in my grandmother’s Pyrex bowl at Christmas.
We’re down to the wire; soon it’ll be Christmas morning!
I’ve always loved the hushed air that settles around us in the final days to Christmas. The streets were quiet this morning, people seemed nicer and the twinkly Christmas lights under wintery grey skies made for a charming walk to work.
It feels festive at home too; our tree and decorations went up a few weeks ago. We kept with our new little tradition and made breakfast for our morning of putting up the decorations.
This year we made farro with roasted apples topped with cashews and pomegranate.
I’m excited that this season of baking has officially begun. I know the holidays wouldn’t feel the same without our festive treats! When we were kids I looked forward to going to my grandmother’s house for Christmas, partly because that was where all the cakes and cookies and sweets were.
It’s quite possibly the reason Christmas remains my favourite holiday; it’s one of the few times you don’t need an excuse to bake.
We got a start on our holiday baking this past weekend with this olive oil and sea salt brownie mix cake.
Gastropost Vancouver asked me to take part in their Holiday Treats program, and come up with a Christmas inspired treat. I said ok, and received a box of brownie mix and wine gums in the mail a few days later.