Incubation and lone wolves
I press a lemon into my palm hoping to release the juice, extract it somehow. Winter that time of resolving, reflection. I find myself in a dream, frosty mornings, inept gas heater, longer mornings laying prone…
Trufflescious
On a chilly winter morning I made my way over to Restaurant Le Tres Bon on my red bicycle to meet up with a large bunch of keen foodies to learn some tricks from Chef Christophe and his treasured wife Josephine.